A group had a lost disc on 9 the other day. After waiting for 5 minutes while they looked we called out and asked if we could throw in. They said go ahead. So Mr. Clean throws a rocket-like forehand and it's heading directly at one of the guys, who has gone back to looking at the ground.
FORE! !
He looks up a split second before speeding plastic connects with his man parts and with cat like reflexes leaps straight into the air, hurdling the disc. He indicated that he enjoyed the experience afterwards.
1 comment:
Sweet illustration, Coop.
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