Hi there homos, (sapiens) I am here to tell you about one of my greatest rounds of golf ever. It all started on Monday morning. I was up early in anticipation. I knew I needed to be sharp and commit to my primary objective - be a good coach to the team. Getting the team to the course on time and in one piece was top priority. The weather was cooperative in the morning. Over the Eastern plain, the sun rose with a fiery orange glow. Under foot, the grass was crisp and dry, but it still had enough green in it to play well and not give too tight of a lie in the fairway. We had a great warm up and were feeling relaxed before the start of the tourney. Once the girls were off, the coaches got to their tee boxes and teed off. I began on #14, a short par three reaching 166 yards guarded by bunkers on the right. A pulled eight iron put me on the left side facing a lengthy birdie putt. Leaving my first putt woefully short, my second broke hard right and I three jacked my way to bogey. Same for th...
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