July 25, 2008

I finally made it through 18 straight holes of golf today - 4 hours worth of bedlam - really good stuff. Me and three guys - again - and it is funny because while these guys can slam the kajeebies out of the balls and get just about every shot impressively up in the air and able to travel a great distance, seems as if little ol ME was the only one who consistently kept the ball on the fairway. No woods. No roads. NO looking under hedges.

I can keep up with them. I am swinging and missing less and less. I am leaving a lot less divets and I discovered it IS best to not try and kill the ball. Oh, and I wore Liz Clairborne red gold outfit today for the first time. NO running capris and t-shirt. I looked like I was out for the LPGA circuit!

So who got the best shot??? That would be ME. Hole 16. Using my P pitching wedge I lobbed it up over a hill and onto the green and before you could say “Holy Moly” my ball hit the flag and fell into the hole. My first par! I also hit it 150 yards over a lake and onto a green from the “boys” markers.

And, I learned that beer is good at 9 a.m.

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