I walked and jogged the Maple Street Loop in 24:01 this morning. Two hours later, Crutch Aikman called. He was in town for a meeting. We ate lunch. Afterward, my having two good sets of golf clubs paid off for the first time. We played nine holes at Fort Roots, my first game since March 24.
We didn't keep a scorecard. I went, I believe, 6, 7, 8, 5, 4, 5, 4, 6, and 6, for a 51, or from awful to well. Crutch scored somewhere in that neighborhood. It was 75, dry with a light breeze, and the course was as fit as it gets. We laughed hard.
The birdie on No. 7 consisted of a pulled, 240-yard drive to the southern edge of the eighth fairway (retrieved and returned as we searched by two guys in a cart on No. 8), a pitching wedge to the fringe, and a putt three feet past.
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Wow. In my wildest dreams, I couldn't birdie #7 at Fort Roots.
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