The Ploys of Summer

I played a round of stinkingly bad golf today with my Geezer Golf League. The day included some quality links time in the woods, the water, out-of-bounds, and on the “beach”. I landed drives on one street and several cart paths, but luckily not on anyone’s house because tall ponderosa pine trees were in the way. Short putts leaked right and left. And I sailed a lovely, high shot with a pitching wedge over the elevated 18th green, resulting in a triple bogey 7. Oy.


About the only thing I did “right” out there today was to wear sun protective clothing and almost enough sunscreen. But it ‘hacks’ me off that I have to take these measures on the course and can’t indulge in the summer bronzing days of my pre-melanoma youth without getting slapped up the side of the head by my favorite oncologist. If I can’t play competently, why do I also have to be as pale at the end of the season as a serial killer locked up on death row? Yes, I miss my tanner days, and I suspect I’m not alone in that sentiment here at The Hotel Melanoma.

Hoping for a better round next time, I’ll end this whine festival with my version of Don Henley’s “Boys Of Summer”…


Don Henley - Boys Of Summer by jpdc11

No UV on my moles
No UV on the “beach”
I ‘screen it in my hair
This green is out of reach
Balls in lake, balls in street,
No hole goes down in one
I'm drivin' by your house
So I hope you're not home


I can see me
My brown skin shinin' in the sun
I got my hair grown back and my
Sunglasses on, baby
And I can tell you my love for U will still be strong
After the ploys of summer have gone


I never will forget sun times
I wonder if it was a dream
Remember how U made C crazy?
Remember how it made me ‘screen?
Now I don't understand
What's happened to my sun,
But rays I'm gonna get you back
I'm gonna show you that my pale's gone


I can see me
My brown skin shinin' in the sun
I see me scorin' real low and
Smilin' at everyone
I can tell you my love for U will still be strong
After the ploys of summer have gone


Out on this hole today
I shot a dead straight driver on a golf cart path
A little voice inside my head said,
"Don't look back. You can never look back."
I thought I knew what par was,
What did I know?
Those days are gone forever
I should just let them go but


I can see me
My brown skin shinin' in the sun
I got that shot knocked down and that
Par 3 in one baby
And I can tell you my love for U will still be strong
After the ploys of summer have gone


I can see me
My brown skin shinin' in the sun
I got that hair thick back and those
Fairway shots on, baby
I can tell you my love for U will still be strong
After the ploys of summer have gone