The Great Scorecard in the Sky

The next day Charles called with half-hearted apologies and a semi-plausible excuse. He obviously wasn't aware of how he had slipped in the great scorecard in the sky. Instead of inviting me for linguine with pesto at a fair time, Italian restaurant to make up for his blooper, he asked, when can we reschedule at your house? Never, Charlie. The penalty for not keeping your eye on the great scorecards in the sky is to be thrown out of the game. Permanently. Your destiny.