since i average one round of gold per year….it should be action packed. as action packed as golf can get.
(keep in mind….it’s me…so yes, a dog is involved)
because i didn’t want to hit the tree and have the ball bounce back at us on the par five, i kicked the ball a few feet into the fairway. i took my far-from-trusty 7 wood and hit it perfectly, if i do say so myself. it hit the yardage marker, a thick blue pvc pipe sticking up in the middle of the fairway. it blew the top to smithereens.
knocked the cap off, cracked it into bits. the ball hit the rebar and bounced backwards into the center of the fairway. not a bad lie, really.
then, oh i wish i had my camera, my brother is teeing off and all of a sudden this giant boxer, (canine, not heavy-weight) comes running from behind the tee boxes. she trots by, totally ignoring my kissy noises. she runs up the center of the fairway, which had a slight dog-leg left, funny enough. she stopped at the green and hung out for a while.
and that was the first day of my vacation. i loved it.
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