Lost Mojo

In true Brian fashion, I managed to embarrass myself in the simplest of situations. This is my story.

We were on vacation in Portland (Oregon) to visit some great friends, to meet their new little one, and to introduce our own sweet little girl. While in Portland, I was going to get the chance to play a round of golf for the first time in over a year. Don't ask how it went.

Anyway, I was in the market for some new golf shoes. The ones I had were worn out and had seen better days. Jessi dropped me off at the local Dick's Sporting Goods so I could have a look at what they were offering. Sadly, they did not have many golf shoes. The ones they did have were not in my size.

Initially, I thought the trip was a waste. But then I saw the golf ball section. Dicks was selling a 24 pack of Nike Mojo golf balls for $20. Now, if you know my golf game, you know I lose a lot of balls. As such, I need to be economical when it comes to purchasing golf balls. And paying less than a dollar per golf ball is a great deal. Plus, if I got them, I could say "Oh no! I lost my Mojo" everytime I lost one of them.

I bought two boxes (48 balls). And yes, I got to say that I lost my Mojo several times during the round.

Anyway, when I went to check out, the cashier asked if I had a rewards card. I said no. She then asked if I wanted to get one. Without thinking about what I was about to say, I said "No thanks. There are no Dicks in Texas".

Smooth, huh? I thought about explaining that I meant that there were no Dicks Sporting Goods stores in Texas, but I declined. It was time for damage control and that called for me to shut my mouth, buy my Mojo, and get the hell out of there.

Just another example of Brian being Brian.