Hey friends, I am so sorry this blog is so late. I know you have come to expect it by mid morning, and it is obviously way past mid morning. I really hope I haven’t contributed to any of you having a really bad day, or anything. I know you must all be awaiting this post with baited breath. I’m not sure I know what bated breath is but I’ve heard it said so many times it must mean something. However, I find it kind of strange that anyone would want baited breath, or baited anything else as far as that goes. I mean the only time I ever baited anything it usually stunk, and I’m not saying that you guys are waiting for my post with stink’n breath or anything like that. 

“Kent, get over your self.”

“What?”

“I said get over yourself, there is no body reading this thing who waits with great anticipation every morning, and if anything is stink’n it will because you have given them indigestion by even indicating that your blog falls into any category resembling Hines Ketchup, or the Carley Simon song.”

“Oh…man you really know how to bring a guy down.”    

OK, now that I am over myself, I want to pass on two things that have happened within the last twenty-four hours. One of them was a very nice conversation, while the other was an almost awesome, yet embarrassing happening.

Last night after I had set up my party spot at the Dr. Pepper Ballpark, I wandered back to the office for a few minutes before heading out to take care of my duties. Upon leaving the office I decided to stop by the JC Penny Founders Club, and grab a glass of iced tea to take with me. Standing just outside the entrance to the restaurant were two security personnel, and the restaurant hostess. Just as I said “Excuse me.” One of the security guys said, “Just ask Grumpy, he’ll tell ya.”

“I’ll tell ya what?”

“Where the water in the ocean came from.”

“It came from God.” I said

”See, I told you!”

Then the hostess spoke up. “But, where did it come from? The water I mean.”

“God spoke, and it happened,” I said.

“Well where did He come from?”

“He didn’t come from anywhere. He has always been here.”

“Well, how could He have always been here? That’s what I don’t understand.”

“Yes ma’am, I know it’s hard to understand, in fact I don’t understand it myself, but that’s where faith comes in. You have to believe that God is. If you don’t believe that God is and has always been, and that He didn’t come from anything, how do you think this all happened?”

“Well….I don’t know…I guess it all just happened.”

“Where did the matter come from to make it all happen?”

Now, her question to this question was kind of funny. “What’s matter?”

I know I must have smiled as I said, ‘’Dirt, matter is dirt. Where did it come from to make all this happen? Ma’am, it just seems easier for me to believe in a God who has always been, than to believe that dirt has always been and that this all just happened. You just have to have faith that God is.”

With that the security guy who had started all this spoke up again. “There, I knew Grumpy could tell you. I’ve been to his web-site.”

I must admit that I was taken back a little bit, but he continued by saying. “I noticed that your bucket hat had www.grumpysmith.com on it so I went there, and checked it out. That’s a good web-site ya got there Grump.” 

I thanked him as I went inside to get that glass of tea. I then went to my post knowing that one more person has been touched by what God is using me to do.

Now, for something that carries a lot less weight, and it is the reason this blog is late being posted today. I got to thinking about Jim and Carter last night, and I knew those dawgs would be on the number one tee at 7:00 this morning, and I was tempted beyond what I could handle. So there you have it folks, I chose golf over writing an early blog.

I played my first hole of golf in over a month and half this morning. I also set the stage on that first hole that would result in a thing of ugly. I know this doesn’t make much sense but I pared that thing. However I went completely to pot after that, either doubling, or tripling the next five holes. Which brings me to the par three, seventh at Plantation Golf Resort in Frisco, Texas. People, let me tell you, it is a knee knocker of a hole. There’s water between the tee and the hole. There’s water on the right side of the green, and there’s out-of bounds on the left side of the green.

After watching Carter leave his shot a little to the right, with us beg’n it not to go in the water, I stepped up to the tee and unleashed a near perfect six iron. All of a sudden you’d a thought Tiger was there because Carter starts yelling “GITINTHAHOLE!!!” The ball landed some three feet from the flagstick and bounded straight for the hole, at which time Jim started saying, “It went in, it went in!” Well…no it didn’t. The ball did hit the pin, but bounced off to the left of the hole about three feet. No hole in one, but it was a nice birdie. Guess what was going through my mind while all of this was happening. I was thinking how embarrassing it was going to be to have a framed score card mounted on my office wall displaying my first ever hole in one, while also displaying way to many “that’s the worst hole I’ve ever played in my life” holes.

Till next time,

Grump