Our 5th annual golf trip has been completed, with the usually amount of trash talk, indulging, and bad golf course-management decisions. And… way too many 3-putts. But – what is golf except an opportunity to torture yourself emotionally, for 5 hours, with some walks thru the woods thrown in… nice huh?
As usual, Ray and Tim played golf, while Zobre and I played something that resembled golf, but mostly was an exercise in quiet desperation. But… when that one shot happens… when you clear the tree… When you crush the 5 wood…. When you make a putt past 8 feet….. When you finally land on “the gambler”…. it is truly magic…
It was a most enjoyable 4 days… (well – until the last 8 minutes… let’s not discuss that… )
Until next year…..