Blogging Topic- An embarrassing Moment

It had been a rough start to what was supposed to be a great day of golf and father son bonding. My father and I had just finished the fourth hole at Chastain Golf Club and posted yet another double bogey on our scorecards. I put my putter aggressively into my bag and looked to my side to see that my father had the same angry scowl on his face. I reluctantly slid into my seat in the cart and waited for my father. He was so enraged by his play on that Saturday that he told me to drive the cart to the next hole. I slid across and nervously grabbed the wheel because I had very little driving experience and had no idea what was in store for me. We pulled out at a pretty slow pace and 20 feet ahead I noticed a sharp right turn that had always been there but for some reason I panicked. I slammed my my left foot down on the brake without lifting my right one from the accelerator. My father was not paying attention and there was no way I was going to ask for help about how to drive a golf cart a mere 100 ft so I yanked the wheel all the way to my right to try to catch the turn but it was too late. 

By the time my father realized what had happened we were knee deep in muddy creek water. Actually, that was just my father because I had jumped out in mid air and miraculously landed on the side bank while my father was completely drenched from head to toe. I was sure my life was over. On top of the fact that my dad and I were already in horrible moods I had just totaled a golf cart by driving it directly into a creek. My father's face was red with that absolutely indescribable look that he gave when we both knew that I had screwed up bad. The next fifteen minutes were the worst though as the course marshall came around as well as a dozen other golfers to look at this hideous masterpiece I had created in a two foot deep creek. By the thirteenth hole my dad had lightened up and was now telling golfers the story of how it had happened as we circled back past the creek to play the back nine. It was public humiliation and I think my father understood that this was only form of discipline I needed. Oh, and did I mention that it was the father son golf tournament for our summer baseball team? Well, it was was and I am still getting teased about this moment by some of lifelong friends. It makes for a hilarious story now but as a ten year old it wasn't a great feeling that pretty much everyone in town had figured out in a week that I was one who had drove the golf cart into the creek.