Four true stories per my friend Bobby

This weekend, I was reminded of an old friend Bobby. I was a client and friend of Bobby and his team. Four poignant stories come to mind about him or his team. I should mention Bobby was a good golfer. I once witnessed him make five birdies in a row en route to a seven under par 65. But, that is not one of the stories.

Bobby told me of the time he was playing in his club championship. Telling the story, he was down two holes heading into the 16th hole. He birdied the 16th and 17th holes to tie and then stood on the 18th tee. He then proceeded ls to top his shot into the lake. One friend shouts and accepts money from another saying “I knew he was going to do that.” Yet, the story becomes funnier when he over heard his caddy relate the story about how  “we birdied the 16th and 17th to tie, then ‘he’ hits it into the lake.”

On a more serious note, a tragedy ended well for his friend and colleague. Bobby received a call at night that his colleague’s 54 seat plane had crashed and there were only four survivors. Bobby got the call as the ticket was purchased by his firm. He called all of the hospitals and learned his friend was one of the four. He called his friend’s wife to let her know there had been a crash, but her husband had survived, was hurt but OK.

The friend said he survived because he was calm and followed instruction while others went beserk. Although not an overly religious man, he made his peace. He said the crash was more violent than he could possibly describe and afterward he smelled jet fuel and crawled toward the cold January breeze. He said he felt like he crawled 100 feet, when it turned out to be only twenty.

Then, there is the story about another colleague who was driving along I-85, when a car veered across the median and hit him head on. This was before the wired fence-like structures were erected in the median to prevent such occurrences. They both walked away from the accident as both cars had driver side air bags. Bobby’s colleague suffered only broken knee caps.

Finally, on a more humorous note, another  colleague was working in their office in Greensboro. A friend called him and asked him what he was doing that day. He said he was working and his friend said he needed to play golf. To his “no” response, his friend said you need to play because you are the only member of this club and I have someone who wants to play with you. It turned out to be Michael Jordan. Jordan, eventually played 54 holes of golf, but Bobby’s friend begged off after a very tiring 36 holes.

Thanks for indulging my memories. I actually have a few more Bobby stories, but this will give you a good taste. These remembrances made me smile.

 

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18 thoughts on “Four true stories per my friend Bobby

  1. It’s good to have Bobby stories and thanks for sharing them. My favorite is the caddy taking credit for the birdies and his jumping ship when his man hit the ball in the water! We’re in this together — until you screw up!!

    • Hugh, I agree. To hear Bobby tell the story with the right pacing and verbiage will leave you crying with laughter. I will add a couple of more golf stories below. Keith

    • Erika, the plane crash story in particular is moving, especially since Bobby did not want to call the passenger’s wife until he knew more. I should have added this call was around 11 pm at night, so he was waking her up to tell her the news. Keith

      • Erika, what moved me as well, was the recounting by the passenger of the story, after Bobby had told us. His insistence that he was at peace and calm was important to his survival. He said he was in the back of the plane, which is where I sit now, after hearing his story and others like it. He said the other passengers were climbing over seats and in a full panic mode.

        This story gives me chills even today to write about. Keith

  2. Note to Readers: I mentioned to Jill and Hugh I would bring up a few more stories. I witnessed these two in person. Since we were clients of Bobby’s, when he asked us to play golf with him, he spared no expense and had caddies (this tells you my company was a dear client of his). My boss could hit a golf ball a long way. The problem was it could be in any direction, even backward, if a tree got in the way.

    We were playing at the “town course” of Bobby’s club, which meandered through this lovely old neighborhood in Greensboro. After witnessing several of my boss’ tee shots, his caddy had seen a great deal of inaccuracy. On one tee box, my boss yanked a shot dead left over some houses that lined the course. The caddy simply said, “Oh, my Lord.”

    On another occasion, we were playing at the “farm course,” again with caddies. My boss had spent the day in the woods as much as in the fairway. After my boss tried to line up a shot through the trees, he said “you may not want to stand behind me” to his caddy. The caddy’s response was priceless, “you don’t have to tell me that twice.”

    • That reminds me of my favorite golf story. A caddy was carrying a bag for a vile-tempered man who was a terrible golfer. After a few holes the caddy was pretty much fed up so when the golfer asked him if he could reach the green from 150 years away with his five-iron the caddy said “Eventually!”

      • I missed that typo. It reminds that a playing partner asked Ben Hogan which club he used from
        150 yards. He said “all of them,” and proceeded to hit a ball with every club in his bag onto the green from 150 yards.

      • Hugh, very funny indeed. I always felt guilty playing with a caddy as I never felt good enough as a player to have one. Usually, it was two caddies per foursome, so these guys were carrying two bags. Yikes. Keith

      • When I was 12 I was a caddy. I carried two bags several times and believe me it was work! But that was a 9-hole course in Newtown, Connecticut many years ago. Ages!
        The good players can do what Hogan did. I saw Anika do the same thing. They use different clubs to reach the same distance. It is amazing — but that’s all they do! They haven’t read War and Peace, I bet!

  3. Note to Readers: Before joining Bobby’s team, an old client of mine used to work at the same bank I later joined. He was a smart, but gruff man, who opened plenty of doors for Bobby. Working for him was detailed, dimunitive man who used to complete the gruff old man’s sentences as they were on the same wavelength. We used to blend their names together as they were, in essence, the same person.

    I was telling this story to another bank colleague who used to work for the diminutive man before the latter retired. He told the story of doing some financial work with the diminutive man looking over his shoulders. Not liking his progress, he has asked my friend to let him try. My friend was now standing behind him and saw a hair on his shoulder and decided to brush it off. Yet, it was still attached and he about pulled his boss off his chair. The boss said let me grab that sucker and yanked it off his own scalp.

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