Today was my day off. So I played golf with one of my Elders at my congregation. Here's why the entry is titled the way it is.
I started off with a 10 on the first hole. And it really didn't get much better, strokes-wise.
Here's the other issue: Our cart died. It had started sputtering on the back nine. But guess where it died? In the middle of the 18th hole. We pushed it for awhile, but then gave up and informed the club. It was really too late for them to do anything for us except give us another cart to put the bags back in the minivan. The picture in this entry is the cart that died.
Hopefully, I didn't bore you too much, dear reader. I know it's kinda boring hearing other peoples' golf stories. I get bored with it too.
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