Poot's Palace

I left work early Friday to head to Sunset Beach for a pseudo-vacation with my family. Realizing that once both sisters, both nephews, and my parents arrived, there would be no time for me to actually do anything that i wanted to do. So i decided to wake up early Saturday morning and get in a round of golf. There were some rainchecks available from a previous company-sponsored golf trip available for a course just down the road from the beachhouse, so I kissed a little ass Friday morning at work and scored some free golf. I show up at The Thistle at 7:30am Saturday morning to realize that i have been paired up with two old men (not a problem). Shortly thereafter i find out that they are hitting, obviously, from the senior tees and must stand a good 75 yards in front of me for every tee shot. One guy was 70 and the other was 86, deaf, blind in one eye and couldnt see out the other one. The asked my name several times, and each time I responded with "Michael". Around hole 8 i could hear them talking to each other saying, "What was his name again?", the other replied,"I think it was Tim". So for the next 11 holes i was referred to as "Tim" by two old men that could have been cast in Grumpy Old Men in lieu of Walter Mathau and Jack Lemmon. Golf course was great by the way, shot a 40 on the front and 47 on the back. At the end of the round the 86 year old said he just ran out of energy, the 70 year old responded "Your getting too much nookie at night, you shouldnt get laid so much", and the response was,"Whats wrong with 3 times a night."