Out With The Old

Since my golf game has rust, cob webs, and every thing else that says it’s been awhile, I figured maybe a new bag would bring some good mojo for my upcoming golf outing! Out with the old,

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In with the new!

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Turned out, another girl in our 4 some had borrow clubs from the clubhouse. They gave her the exact same bag! Good taste! Too bad, it didn’t end up helping my game. I blame the 1 inch gash on my index finger I got 2 weeks ago hitting balls. The ground was so hard I snapped a tee in half and it punctured my finger badly. I was 50/50 for the day.

We were playing in a scramble with about 100 other people and ended up behind the slowest 4-some of my life. It was painful. They never asked if we wanted to play through, so I made up games to pass the time. “Hey, if you can hit the squirrel with a golf ball, I’ll give you $5.” We all tried and the squirrel was un-phased as about 9 golf balls whizzed by, inches from his face.

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My golf partner tried to be sneaky and have me sit on his name tag without knowing. You can’t pull too many fast ones on me. I saw it but obliged to get a laugh from the rest of our group.

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We didn’t fare so well from a team score perspective, but we all scored in the free swag arena! Everyone at our table won door prizes!

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EDITOR NOTE: Literally 1 week later, I am playing Sagamore with CS. On my tee shot for #2, I hit a line drive ball at the green. It nailed a squirrel. In the butt. Squirrel leaped 2 feet in the air and shot himself and my ball into the woods. CS, can I get a witness?! Wish he would have been trying to secretly record me like he does almost daily. I apologized to all remaining squirrels I saw that day.