On The #RauchdyMatch 2.0 – Part 2

Boys,

Reagan, sometimes we’ll ask you a questions or ask you to do something and you just let out this audible, frustration-grunt.

“Hey Reags, can you get ready for the day please?

“UHHH! I just wanted to watch Pocoyo for another minute!!”

Well I had this beautiful, funny, probably inspiring post about this upcoming match that got lost in the ether and I’m not happy about it. Now I have to try and recreate the post and I don’t know if it will quite land, but here goes…

So I recently rewrote the post on “The Match,” aka The #RauchdyMatch, where I set the stage for what’s to come. The TL:DR is that your mom won, the sun came up the next day, and all was right in the world. If you’ll recall, my strategy of “doesn’t matter; man-ball go far” didn’t exactly pan out and your mom’s steadiness ended up clipping me in the inaugural version of the event.

Now, I might catch some heat from your mom about this next part, but this year hasn’t exactly gone as she’d had hoped when you compare it to last year. Last year, before our match, your mom won just about everything she played in – two club championship, one member-member, Ryder Cup (I think?), just about every women’s league event, and whatever else she played. She even beat me by a lot when we went down to Pinehurst and played down there this spring.

But, and this is a Kim Kardashian (ie – a BIG BUT), this year hasn’t quite stacked up. Now, she does have her second club championship this weekend, and god help us all if she doesn’t win that one because I’m pretty sure the ground will open up beneath our house and fire and brimstone will rain down from the skies and our little golfing family will probably need to find new hobbies.

Because next Friday is “The Match,” and it’s starting to feel like it’s one of those “what do you value most in life” moments that will hinge on me winning or not winning against your mom.

Now, aside from your mom not quite having the year she’d have hoped for thus far, I’ve taken some strides in terms of my golf game that gives me that much more confidence in playing her again this year. My handicap has dropped about 8 strokes since we last played; and while my “man-ball go far” strategy will still be in effect this year, I’m also utilizing the “man-ball stay in play” strategy to compliment “man-ball go far.” Put it all together and you have the unyielding strategy that I’m rolling out this year, which is “Stay in play, man-ball. Go far.”

Anyway, I do have some hesitation about what things might be like after this year’s match. Here’s what I’ve come up with if your mom were to win again…

And here is what it might look like if she loses…

So for those keeping score at home, there is a lot on the line for next Friday (Sept. 1 @ 5pm — Kinsale). I do have a few surprises up my sleeve, but I’ll make one more post before the match to sum up the stakes and where things stand.

I am kind of sad that my last post failed to launch, but I might try to recycle some of that energy into my next post. Hopefully this is something you boys can look back on and laugh at and ask your mom about — that is, if she hasn’t killed me by then.

Until next time… love you boys.

Dad