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,
In with the new!
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.
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.
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!
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.