The Triangle

A quick glossary for this post:

Golf: A boring sport involving hitting a small, plastic ball with an approximately 1 inch diameter into a hole with a slightly larger diameter from a long distance, enjoyed solely Nicole and her father, Mr. Dady.
Annual summer father-daughter golf tournament: An event aching to cause people pain and boredom, attended by Nicole and her father, held at the "The Course," a fancy resort and golf course.

VGPS: Voluntary golf playing syndrome. Nicole and her father both have this syndrome.

So, as you might have collected, this post is about Nicole's golf tournament.

pic of nicole and dad standing out in field with clubs and bags and visor, looking happy. other teams are far away in the background. like really far, i want the nice pretty greenness of the course to stand out. (and there's one of those little flag things, too, far, but closer than the teams)

You probably also have gathered the fact that something bad's going to happen. And it's true. You're right.

Suddenly, what seemed to be a happy little golf scene turned into a horror show.

close up picture of nicoles dad with a red and sweaty face

not close up pic of nicole looking confused, next to her dad, whose puffing air out of his inflated cheeks and his cheeks are red and he's bending over. but bcareful not to make him look like flat stanely folded in half. me have to see atleast 2/3rds of his face.

Mr. Dady collapsed on the ground, clutching his back, his face as red as a tomatoes and sweat streaming off his face into pools on the grass.

now draw a picture of that. you can see nikki's feet in the picture

This was a moment of pure panic for Nicole. Her father was practically dying! She burst into tears.

pic of them both. now nicoles crying and saying "Dad? Dad?" really panicy waving her arms.

pic of her dad on the ground, in agony

another pic of agony, changed position

pic of more agony, dont forget to make him look like he's rolling around.

Poor Nicole, in a state of pure shock, she ran into the clubhouse, screaming for help, leaving Mr. Dady lying on the grass.

pic of nicole running towards the club with her back to the camera. her arms are in the air. in the right foreground Mr dadys lying clutching his back w his red face.

Finally, her old coach came out in his golf cart and drove over to her dad. He was assisted into the back seat of the cart next to his daughter, who was sniffling and wiping her eyes.

Mr. Dad, the coach, and Nicole drove back to the club, where they sat Mr. Dady down in the lobby in a soft chair.

pic of nicole and coach helping mr dady into a comphy chair, concerned. mr dady's in pain and red

He was given ice, and seemed to recover quickly.

pic of nicole, coach, and staff ice-ing mr dadys back. dont worry, you can leave his shirt on. (hes still in his chair)

Soon, he was well enough to play the tournament with Nicole, and they went outside to attempt at victory.

pic of Mr Dady hitting the ball, his face red, while nikki stands worridly buy his side. other teams stand by.

pic of the ball moving only three feet away (do one of those dotted line bouncy things)

pic of nicole and dad being sad, but other teams standing around them look smirky.

However, the day was so physically and mentally challenging for both of them, that they stayed at the bottom for the first few holes, until they finally submitted to their agony and shame and forfeited.

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Just so you know, Mr. Dady is fine now. He had simply made his back cramp up somehow, and that's why he collapsed in agony. His perscription: Deep back massages, hot pads and cold pads, and rest.

- Amelia

PS: Wondering what the Nicole's thoughts were during this whole process? Wonder no more:

pic of nicole crying and thinking in italics. "We aren't going to be able to play in the tournament! We aren't going to be able to play in the tournament! Oh no, oh no, oh no..."

And that's why she was crying.