Curses, foiled again!
Yesterday’s round started great. Par, bogey, par, par….and, I was having the best time, until the 9th. Suddenly, the wheels came off. Odd how that happens. And, with a triple on the 9th, I was at 45. Starting the 10th, it went down hill; for a whopping 98! Funny, on the 8th hole, I was thinking I was going to shoot about 87 for the day! So, the Sand King keeps the trophy for now. But, it won’t be long….
On another golf note, Tommy whacked his 8 iron into an OB marker and broke it in two pieces (the club, not the OB thing).
We are off to Cambria this morning…!