Gabe, who just turned 9, is a natural athlete. He's taken a shine to golf, and even though he's not a big kid, his drives can be phenomenal. This one in particular.
While we were riding in the cart, Gabe was talking about golf movies and asked if I'd ever seen "Happy Gilmore." In the movie, Gilmore is a former hockey player who develops a golf style where, rather than standing still to swing, he runs up to the ball, club in hand, and does this crazy slapshot-style hit. Which works. In fact, it works so well that Gilmore ends up playing in a professional tournament.
Gabe wanted to try doing a running hit, and since there was no one around, we told him OK.
I'll be darned if that ball didn't go high and long about 80 or 90 yards straight down the middle of the fairway.
Although not as memorable as the raccoon or Gabe's Happy Gilmore impersonation, we were often cracking up over the signs in store windows. There's apparently a shortage of punctuation in Tennessee, particularly with commas and dashes. Either that, or there's a strong Southern market for "fudge knives" and "homemade chocolate fireworks."
Just in case, it seemed a place to avoid on the Fourth of July. Figured it might get messy.
And overrun with raccoons.
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