Last weekend I went golfing at my favourite course in Thunder Bay… Strathcona!!  Took my favourite golfing buddies… my two sons and teamed up with the nicest guys in town.  Mike and Glen are two old friends that planned to hit the links on a nice Sunday afternoon, work on their game, have a good conversation and maybe team up with another pair of friends doing the same thing.  I don’t think they wanted to go golfing with a goofy radio guy and his two crazy monkey kids.  Surprise Mike and Glen… welcome to the circus!!

Right after the first hole my 5 year old told me he had to poop.  There are no porta pottys until the 5th hole… what do we do?  I didn’t want to turn back to the club house so I told my little to squeeze and hold it.  For the next 4 holes he would yell out “Dad I have to Poop!!”  right when Mike and Glen would be in there back swing.  Here’s my oldest song trying to keep him quiet while they tee off.

We did finally make it to toilet and there were no accidents but the craziness didn’t stop.  Lots of whining for snacks, fighting with each other over said snacks and crying when the food was gone.  Then there was the constant pee breaks, throwing of golf balls and the running on the fairway like a madman.  If the city reads this blog they are going to take my membership away.

Even with all this going on Mike and Glen were cool as cucumbers.  They were so awesome and patient with the boys.  They would ask them questions, tell them jokes, listen to their stories and not freak out when they got a little nuts.  Mike and Glen didn’t sign up for this when they booked their tee time but they handled it like champs and I can’t thank them enough.