45 on the front, let’s not talk about the back

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…!

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