The rain had just started. By my way of thinking, it was coming down pretty good, but John Czarnecki gave it the ol', "Ah, this ain't shit." So I hit one of my longest drives of the year—maybe 230 yards—down the No. 7 fairway, and the fucking bottom falls out. A half an hour later, when the rain finally backed off a little bit, we returned to our cars. I left a brand new dollar-fifty golf ball behind.
Including an 11 of the Par 4 second hole, I played six holes in 33. with 1 par, 3 bogies, 1 double, and 1 whatever the fuck an 11 on a Par 4 is. Ed scored 30 and John 33.
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