Monday, November 2, 2009
Indian Summer, golfer/hacker
I went to work, dealt with a few things, and filled a foursome of friends at the Duke. It was a beautiful warm day hitting nearly 90.
I love the bantering and joking with golfers that goes on during a contest. I enjoy watching how a repeating swing can produce such perfect and disastrous results. Four pars and a birdie chip in, a respectable 42 on the front nine.
Something changes on the back nine, unexplainable in its destructive and damaging effects. How is it possible to shoot 42,54????????? Just watch me. Where is my sports psychologist?