Bama fan wakes up from 3-month coma
Labor Day Weekend I almost killed a man.
I was on the 11th tee at the local snobatorium when my good buddy, Bama Bing, stepped from behind a big old oak tree at the exact instant I hit my trademark “Bidgood Bob Scalded Dog Bullet Hook,” a shot referred to by some as a “Thurman Munson,” which is golfspeak for a “dead yank.”
Anyway, the Bullet Hook caught Bing between the eyes. He survived, thank God, but because nobody in our foursome (or even the beer cart girl) volunteered for mouth-to-mouth, he slipped into a coma.
I was at his side this morning when he woke up.
“What happened?” Bing asked, “I remember going behind that big oak because I had to, well, you know. What day is it?”
“December 8,” I replied.
“Damn. What’s happened? Where is everybody? Why are you the only one here?”
I don’t do post-coma recaps every day. But I did the best I could...
Here is the rest…
note - aubs and bammers gigged equally
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