For many years I would go to Phoenix Arizona between Christmas and New Years to visit some relatives and friends. Every year my friend Ray and I would play golf at least 3 times during my stay and every year it would be a contest to see who won the most games.
Over the years, I think we were about equally matched, we each had our good games and bad games, but over all I won more games then Ray did.
One year I won all three game of golf and I could tell that Ray was a little frustrated. The last night of our stay, we met back at Ray’s house for supper and Ray said if he couldn’t beat me at golf, he’ll beat me at Chess. Well, I hadn’t played Chess for years, but for some reason, I won all the games and Ray was even more frustrated, but we were still friends.
The following year, Ray called me at home right before I left for Phoenix. He told me our first golf game tee time was the number one spot, early the next morning. After driving to Phoenix, knowing I had to get up early, I made sure I had everything ready for the next morning.
The next morning I drove over to Ray’s house and when I got there he was waiting for me and...