Father's Day weekend full of fun, sports, new granddaughter
My dad, step-mom, and brother from Virginia came to visit during the Father's Day weekend to meet their new granddaughter, Addison.
Before they even arrived, golf was planned for Sunday morning with my dad and brother.
If you remember my complete debacle playing with Travis and Lindsay Hett you might wonder why I wanted to play again.
My round of 116 was bad, but after a 63 on the front nine, my 53 on the back looked a whole lot better, especially since my nine-hole round with the Hetts put me on pace for about a 160.
My dad finished with a 92, and my 15-year-old brother Willie beat us with an 87 (about the same number of sarcastic remarks he made about my game).
But hey, he's at that age and he hit the ball pretty well, all I could say was, "Well, I beat you on that one hole."
The rest of the weekend was filled with hanging out, eating, and watching nearly two-year-old Mitch throw whatever ball he could find at someone.
He threw footballs, soccer balls, baseballs, plastic balls, even a television remote.
He ended up with a knot on his head that looked like a golf ball after falling on the sidewalk, but hey, he's at that age, and all I could say was, "Are you OK?"
"Uh-huh, see ya," he said as he took off to find another ball to throw.
Addison didn't do a whole lot during the weekend except eat, cry, and sleep, but her grandparents loved meeting her and provided their chests as pillows when she wanted to take a nap.
My dad and Willie were determined to make golf fans out of her by having the U.S. Open on TV all weekend.
The only problem, our new dish was just installed in the only possible location, and there are tree limbs blocking the signal that broadcasts local channels.
The open was on one of them so we couldn't watch our favorite golfer, Tiger Woods.
Willie was bound and determined to climb on the roof and trim some limbs, but I didn't want him to break any of his, so we got updates from ESPN and my uncle Stu in Virginia who was watching at home.
When Tiger missed a 20-foot putt that would have forced a playoff, I told them it was a good thing we didn't get to see our favorite golfer lose on the final hole.
Willie didn't seem convinced.
Addie didn't care either way, and kept sleeping most of the time while the rest of us continued just hanging out and visiting since we only see each other a few times each year.
It was neat to be able to spend Father's Day with three generations of Norris' in the house, and the rest of the family around as well.
Being able to watch the U.S. Open would have been nice, but I know for my parents and brother, watching Addie was even better.
