NASHVILLE — Last night, at about 9:30 Central, I walked and jogged the York Gary Loop in 27:12. This morning, at about 6:30, I jogged and walked three miles out and back on Old Centerpoint Road in 35:54.
This morning and afternoon I played Nashville Country Club with my cousin Crutch; I scored 102, and Crutch 104. I had 2 pars, 6 bogeys, 5 doubles, and 5 triples. I used 36 putts. My short game stunk; this deficiency was evident from the start. The first hole is a 219-yard par-3, fucking ridiculous. After losing sleep over my opening tee shot in front of a bunch of members, I hit a three-wood pin-high, 15 yards left. Great. I pitched over, stubbed a chip, and two-putted from 15 feet for a double. Twice on par-4s I was within 20 yards in two and scored sevens. I once four putted from the fringe. I missed 3 three-foot putts. My driver, three-, and five-woods worked great, and I finished two-over for the last three holes, so, overall, I am happy, and sunburned. Heck, I am temporarily back to mediocre. Crutch and I had a hoot.
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