Never a Good Golfer

I was never a good golfer, but at least I used to play a couple times a month.
That was before I bought the boat, four long summers ago.
I haven't been on a course since. Well, up until last Saturday.

Say, a hundred strokes for eighteen holes is bad.
If you're in the nineties you're an amateur.
If you're in the eighties you're good.
Seventies and you have a shot at the pros.
When you're in the sixties you're Tiger Woods.
I shot a hundred and forty.
That is just about the stroke limit on every single hole.

It was like being on a nature walk, stomping through the woods,
digging around in the weeds and the flower beds.
I almost killed a guy on hole nine when I hammered a drive off the tee that hooked so
bad it shot across the tee box of the opposite hole!

I think next time I am going to go to the pro shop, buy two sleeves
of balls, walk out to the water hazard on the first hole and just
throw them in.
Then I can spend the next four hours communing with nature.
At least I'm good at that.

Reminds me of the bloke that always raised a 1 iron over his head when ever there was lightening about. When asked why, he replied that not even God could hit a 1 iron. :rolleyes:

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