I Shot...
SIX over; and I was so happy that I played again and shot, while dying in ridiculous humidity, thirteen over.
I am, for the day, one kick ass golfer.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
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3 comments:
The Senior Tour is calling you, man!
Fantastic. You are on fire.
One day is enough for most of us. "You know, one day I shot six over...". That story will last a lifetime.
The funny thing is, we amateurs know what we shot (low!) but we can't remember how to re-create the physicality that enabled it. The score is a potent memory, the feeling totally forgotten.
But, what the heck! "You shot six over? Wow, man, what a day!"
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