Is That The MP's Knocking At My Door?

For those who are unaware, my brother and I have been playing golf since we were old enough to stand. But there has been this ongoing competition between us and our dad trying to beat him one on one playing 18 holes. We would like to beat him - just once! And I had thought that by the time we were in our 30's (and therefore dad in his 60's) this would have been accomplished at least one time. Oh well ...
So I'm standing about 150 yards from the green on hole #10. I aim ... I swing ... I hit the ball hard ... and WAY LEFT! The ball goes out of bounds and over the protective wall with barbed wire. Next thing I hear is "PING"! Yes, my ball has hit the hanger for an F-15 Fighter. I sigh ... I drop a new ball ... I aim ... I swing ... I hit the ball hard ... and WAY LEFT again. The ball again goes on the same trajectory and again I hear "PING"! I hit the same hanger.
So what was a decent round of golf with a handful of pars and all I can think about is that I took an 8 on that par 4, and the indisputable fact that it is going to be impossible to beat my dad in golf from military prison.

P.S. Here is another quick conversation I had with Ava.

Ava: When can we go back to the beach?
Me: Which beach would you like to go to?
Ava: You know, Daddy, the one I was at with Mimi and Papaw.
Me: Ava, you know, I was there too.
Ava: You were?
Me:

Just illustrates that thing that is the Power of the Grandparent.