You’ll recall that awhile back we raised (with your help) $56k for Kidd Kraddick’s charity. Kidd and the rest of his show were kind enough to bring us lunch to say thanks. We put up a little item about it. And I shared a photo from the impromptu commitment ceremony that Kidd and I had. Good times. Good times.
Well, a loyal FrontBurnervian of means read all that and then called with a proposition. He said he wanted to match that amount, donate $56k to Kidd’s Kids. But he had three conditions. 1) He wanted anonymity. 2) He wanted to have lunch with Wick, Adam, and me at Wick’s special table at Al Biernat’s. 3) And he wanted to take Adam and me golfing. The guy happens to be a member at Dallas National.
Right. Adam and I had the same reaction you’re probably having right now: those were totally unreasonable conditions. But after hours of debate, Adam and I decided that if our forebears could spill their blood on the sands of Iwo Jima for our freedom, then the least we could do was play golf.
The picture you see here is, from left: Adam, yrs trly, Kidd Kraddick, and the mystery man (who, like a black hole, cannot be photographed with traditional imaging systems, including the iPhone). We’re standing on the 11th tee, if memory serves. Despite what you’ve already seen, Adam had a pretty good round, posting a 94. Trust me, given the insanely fast greens, that’s a respectable number. Kidd doesn’t have what you’d call a classically beautiful golf swing, but he does wield a putter like a magician. He scored a 77. And me? I shot a 110. Worst round I’ve played since maybe high school. Swung my driver like it was a kitchen mop. Three-putted with wild abandon. I’m giving up the sport.
As for the mystery man, well, you’ll just have to imagine what he shot. But cheers to him for a delightful afternoon — and for his generosity to a worthy cause.