John Czarnecki, Ed Pennington, and I played War Memorial Golf Course this morning. Ed scored 85. I scored 90 and John, who reverted to his form of last year, 114. I had nines of 44 and 46 and used 30 putts. I had 5 pars, 5 bogies, 5 doubles. 2 triples, and 1 quintuple (five-over on the Par-3 17th). I had a very good chipping and putting day, minus the yips. For the first time in years, I returned to my old right-index-finger-down-the-grip technique, and it seemed to significantly help.
I hurt my left knee on No. 17 when I pitched into a rock and the ball flew back into my knee bone at six-hundred miles an hour from a foot away. It still hurts like two motherfuckers.
I PLAN TO STAB...
...the next person who says someone or some group is, or they are, "outraged." Who is ever truly outraged? What the fuck does that even mean?
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