This Is It
I know I’m from Chicago, and I don’t mean to sound like the Cubs fan that I am, but this year’s the year. Not for the Cubs, because as a Cubs fan, you learn how to be pessimistic. But this is the year for ME! This year is finally the year I’m taking the trophy home. Why? Why, you ask? Because this year, the perfect storm is brewing. I’ve got the cart, the crew, and the character. This year, my life of hard work is finally going to pay off.
Cart Craziness
After several seasons in the MGCL without any results, I was almost ready to call it quits. But in a matter of hours, everything changed. I was walking towards the covered bridge—ready to jump and end it all, but sitting there (a little battered and bruised) was the vehicle of my dreams. A three-wheel cart—just sitting there for the taking! Whose was it? I didn’t care. I jumped in and drove off, and man could that sucker fly. I must’ve hit 15 on the way home! With the reception (or theft?) of this speedy golf cart, I knew that this was my season to shine.
Old Man Lambert
After my fortunate finding of the world’s fastest cart, I knew I needed an able crew. I went down to Lambert’s and sure enough, the old man was up to the task. He even used to race back in the 70s. They say wisdom comes with age, so this guy has to be the wisest of them all. With his experience and golf cart know-how, he took a full second off my quarter mile—and all he added was a flame decal! Who would’ve thought?
Drive, Desire, and Will
So now I have the cart and I have the crew. But deep down where it counts, do I have the drive (no pun intended), the desire, and the will to win? Of course. After so many years of suffering, I know what it takes to win (a.k.a. stuff I obviously haven’t had before). This year, I want it like never before. I know I can do it. Along with all the physical stuff it takes to be a champion in the MGCL, I have the spirit. I know I can beat the other drivers. Kyle? Yeah, he has no chance. Sure, sure, sure, he has all the money in the world. I mean—the guy has a Club Car. If that doesn’t just reek of upper-class golf cart racing, I don’t know what does. But does he have the passion that I do? The experience? Not even close. The way I see it, one person can only lose so much—and I’ve had my fair share. It’s time to start winning, and that begins with the first race of the season. So am I nervous? Not at all. Am I confident? Recklessly so.
Kyle, you’re going down.