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Okay...so my good friend
jedione tells me to make sure I'm hydrated. Good advice in this heat. And I appeciated it.
Here's the funny (Probably for you all, not so much for me now, maybe later) part. Today, we're changing the head on #2 approach. It's hot, it's sticky, and the hole is deep, and the ground is rocky. We're sucking down lemonade left right and sideways. All well and good. This is where things got squirlly.
We have a new assistant superintendant, fresh from the Turf Managment program at Penn State. Still wet behind the ears, and niether myself, or my cousins are convinced that this guy knows what he's doing yet. We've seen some things that we're not so sure about yet. All that aside, he's still learning the course, in terms of where everything is, and how everything works.
IdiotBoy comes over to Dana and I and says, "Good looking hole, fellas, the parts are down in the shop, ready to go, and I just finished turning off the valves, and the line is draining. You're all set to go."
So we trot ourselves down to said shop, pick up said assorted pipes, valves, sprinkler head, valve box and reach tube, and go back to our hole. We discover that our head location also has a series of splices for irrigation control wires that are so hopelessly tangled, we cut each line and resplice it because we can't get them untangled from around the old head assembly. We then proceed to try and disconnect the old head.
Remember when IdiotBoy said he'd turned off the valves?
Yeah, you guessed it.
He missed one.
The geyser that resulted could be seen from the clubhouse, our hole turned into a muddy mess, and we were both covered in stanky irrigation pond water. Oh boy.
We were so mad, I can't even begin to describe the languge we were using to describe our new assistant super, as we went running to figure out which valve IdiotBoy hadn't turned off. Turned out it was the one between the 1st Fairway and the 18th green. Then we had to dig out the sump pump and drain our muddy hole, and then put the new head on. We also had to cut new sod for this location because the old head had sunk, and the mowers had carved out a pothole around it. All this while we're slowly drip drying.
Can someone say, I should have stayed in bed this morning?
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Here's the funny (Probably for you all, not so much for me now, maybe later) part. Today, we're changing the head on #2 approach. It's hot, it's sticky, and the hole is deep, and the ground is rocky. We're sucking down lemonade left right and sideways. All well and good. This is where things got squirlly.
We have a new assistant superintendant, fresh from the Turf Managment program at Penn State. Still wet behind the ears, and niether myself, or my cousins are convinced that this guy knows what he's doing yet. We've seen some things that we're not so sure about yet. All that aside, he's still learning the course, in terms of where everything is, and how everything works.
IdiotBoy comes over to Dana and I and says, "Good looking hole, fellas, the parts are down in the shop, ready to go, and I just finished turning off the valves, and the line is draining. You're all set to go."
So we trot ourselves down to said shop, pick up said assorted pipes, valves, sprinkler head, valve box and reach tube, and go back to our hole. We discover that our head location also has a series of splices for irrigation control wires that are so hopelessly tangled, we cut each line and resplice it because we can't get them untangled from around the old head assembly. We then proceed to try and disconnect the old head.
Remember when IdiotBoy said he'd turned off the valves?
Yeah, you guessed it.
He missed one.
The geyser that resulted could be seen from the clubhouse, our hole turned into a muddy mess, and we were both covered in stanky irrigation pond water. Oh boy.
We were so mad, I can't even begin to describe the languge we were using to describe our new assistant super, as we went running to figure out which valve IdiotBoy hadn't turned off. Turned out it was the one between the 1st Fairway and the 18th green. Then we had to dig out the sump pump and drain our muddy hole, and then put the new head on. We also had to cut new sod for this location because the old head had sunk, and the mowers had carved out a pothole around it. All this while we're slowly drip drying.
Can someone say, I should have stayed in bed this morning?
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