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So we were on our way to the “course” which on some days is another place. The weather was perfect, not a cloud in the sky that could ruin our day. The sun was warm with just a slight breeze to our backs. “What a great day for golf” he murmured. Yea this was going to be one for the record books I thought, just from a night filled with pleasure and pain. Golf is such a great way to clear your head although there may be some interruptions that may alter your shot.

As we proceeded to grab our balls and pull out the clubs there was just a slight hiccup, something that would surface later on in the day. Without a doubt in my mind I knew it would be fun, all the magic in the air and the warmth from the sun. I said to him “when was the last time we played golf”, and he replied “the day before Christmas” don’t you remember that kid!

So as our day proceeded to start out rough, we both double bogeyed #1, 3 over by the second, and there was a glimmer of hope with a pair of pars on the third hole. And with a birdie at #7 I now found myself six over making the turn at #9. By then he had fallen to around ten over and I was looking at a consecutive par/birdie streak that would last until #16. By then my stomach has digested the Wal-Mart Subway sandwich and I was getting dehydrated. The bathroom was a couple holes away and we didn’t want to just pee in a bush, so we decided that we should wait. So that means my game started to fall off and my score soared to extremes, but with a par save at #17 I found myself shooting just a round of 87.

This may seem good to you but to me it’s just a note to self that I could do better. After all I do come from an athletic past and golfing since I could pick up a club. But through the years I always seem to step up my game, and maybe one of these days I will be able to beat my mentor. But until then I better just stick to my day job, because we all know I’m better at that.