My husband won the Bogey League Championship for 2022. Pride bursteth forth. (Not a real word at all.)
Truly, he is a good golfer and he deserved recognition. The best part was the cash prize which restored my pocketbook’s tender after the reunion payment of BYGO. (By the way, ”pocketbook” has not been in my jargon, but spending time with Easterners has made me appreciate the term.)
So the Bogey champ now joins forces with a ”Neatness Queen of the Third Grade.” (another story) Good thing we’re past the age of procreation. We’d spawn golfers holding up the game, doling out autographs and endeavoring for perfection with flowery penmanship.