Screaming Bean |
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Seeing as how there is so little left of the good weather, we took it upon ourselves to get at least one round of golf in this weekend. Once we were out there though, we got to wondering why we were actually subjecting ourselves to such torture. Without a doubt we had one of the worst rounds we've ever played. I even needed to stop after the first nine for a hot dog...just to clear my nerves. That and I just plain needed a hotdog. And the back nine? Worse than the first. At one point I compared the whole experience to the Bataan Death March, and that's when it started raining. My feet hurt, I couldn't care less what was happening, and the swinging just got worse and worse. This so had better not be the last round I have this year. I can't stand to think that I'd have to go through winter thinking about that round.
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