I just can't decide whether I should go 33-39 or 39-33.
It's a great morning for it, too. There's plenty of time to get a full round in, instead of just the front nine.I just can't decide whether I should go 33-39 or 39-33.
Just as long as you handle that windmill on 13 and the clowns mouth coming home, par 'em both, shouldn't much matter. The rest are all birdie holes. :shrug:
It's a great morning for it, too. There's plenty of time to get a full round in, instead of just the front nine.
Now see, that's the kind of moral support I need. I just might shoot 70 now.
Just as long as you handle that windmill on 13 and the clowns mouth coming home, par 'em both, shouldn't much matter. The rest are all birdie holes. :shrug:
It's a great morning for it, too. There's plenty of time to get a full round in, instead of just the front nine.
You can't tell what I shot from the degree of convexity of my frown?
If I'd have shot any worse than 85, it surely would have been more convex. If I'd have shot any better than 85, it surely would have been less convex.
I sucked. I couldn't putt. I couldn't chip. I couldn't flop. I couldn't control distances. I couldn't drive (not the cart, they wouldn't even let me try that). I couldn't decide whether to inhale or exhale during my backswing. The only thing I did right all day was lip out an eagle putt (okay, that wasn't really something I did right, but I felt like throwing it in).
You happy now, the details of my failure having been sufficiently revealed?
What's yer handicap and where'd you play? Then, we'll talk 'failure'.
And never forget: golf spelled backwards is...