Levy Loop/Fort Roots scramble

I walked the Levy Loop in 30:09 this morning. This evening I played with a guy named Billy in a two-man scramble at Fort Roots. We scored a 37 to finish in a three-way tie for third. For the playoff, we chipped from the front of the clubhouse to the No. 9 green. Not one of the six people hit the green. We lost. My chip looked good, but hit the edge of the cart path and bounced straight up. Terrible luck. Otherwise, I played very well. On No. 7, the 380-yard Par 5, I looked like Tiger Woods. We used my 230-yard drive, and my 6-iron from 150 stopped eight feet from the cup (which was somewhat equivalent to slam-dunking on an eight-foot goal), but we both lipped out our eagle putts. Man, we had fun. Billy and I played with two other twosomes, among them a guy named Ray who drank beer and whiskey straight from a pint bottle all the way around. He got louder and funnier as we went. He had the weirdest approach to golf I've seen. Ray would line up literally 45 degrees to the right and then hook the cow shit out of his ball. He hit some great shots, but some terrible ones, too. Line of the day went to Kenny: "Hey, Ray. Take a look in the fucking mirror and you'll know how fucking ugly that shot was."