Saturday it all came together for me, name in lights... Sunday I threw up on my shoes for Fathers Day.
Saturday was an 89 with my 20 handicap with most everything made on the back nine... Life was good. New swing, new clubs. Smooth baby! Birdie on one, small struggle for the next 4 or 5 holes... but bounced out of it for a net 32 on the back nine. Dan was even heard telling me it might be time to take back all my golf skirts and pull out my shorts!
And then came my reality on Sunday, a Newspaper 97... code for, I should have been much higher. I was given a couple doubles when triple were well deserved. It was gross. I can blame it on the 5 hours of tree work in my back yard on Saturday afternoon leaving my body stiff as hell. Or I can choose to look honestly in the mirror and see the truth. A nonathletic loser with a skirt.
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