Black Friday

Happy Thanksgiving from Slacker the Hacker and here's wishing you good fortune in your Black Friday tournaments. Hackenstein the Caddy wanted me to remind you that "when you've got your extra layers on, remember to take an extra club or two and just put a good move on the ball, no need to be thrashing around like Thor when you're in your goretex...drink lots of cough syrup before you go out and don't be bashful when its your turn to pull on the schnapps bottle, but keep your wits about you and ..." sorry that's enough, he'll continue like this for awhile. Lots of guys are going to be playing in tournaments on Black Friday, it's kind of a tradition around the game, and some of these are looser than others. Myself I like a nice Wild West type of loose affair where you show up and the action just starts flying. Dr. Hack used to say the action would determine the field and we'd usually end up with a couple of small fields within the crowd, some wanted quarters and they found each other , some wanted dollars and they found each other, and others wanted action which needed a smaller field anyway, usually just the top two foursomes. This action would build throughout the round with fortunes changing quickly and in large swings and if you lose your game here for a hole or two then my friend, you are toast, which in these deals always meant you were taking somebody down with you for the ride. Best to take Hackenstein's Management Techniques to heart, just club up and stay in the game, weaker putters will and do falter in the end. The clubhouse is the great meeting ground after the game is played. Dr. Hack theorizes (his word) that since the action is relative, the stories are equal. We listened to two guys comparing how they played the par 3 sixteenth like a couple of morons and how they both lost a giant sack of cash on that hole, one guy tripled and lost his overall match and something like three presses, and the other dude took an 8 with two in the water and lost the back nine and total of his nassau after winning the front by one, thinking he was going to beat his brother in law for the first time in nineteen years. They toasted each others misfortune and then toasted their vows to hit more balls and hook it on 16 every fing time from now on. When they parted company and went to tell more poor sacks their sad stories, Dr. Hack and I compared notes. He had played with the guy who lost the nassau deal and I was behind the guy that tripled his way to failure and ruin. Their stories had been shared and they felt like equals because the action was relative to what each wanted, the amount didn't matter...nassau dude lost five bucks...match and presses plus the rest of his nightmare was a g and a half, but they felt equal pain in losing it. The good news was Hackenstein turned out to be partners with the guy who took that dude's thousands and we hit a casino on the way home like kings who owned the joint, good memories. If you want to share any parts of your journey through the game, just post a comment. Until again, this is Slacker the Hacker saying Happy Holidays and practice your putting, in the end it'll be all you've got.