srx700xxx
Active member
Back to reality today...
It was 35 degrees and a little stiff breeze. My right hand was going numb when teeing off on number 2. I probably would have done better if I walked to get the blood flowing. I scrambled for a par on number 1. I'm thinking here we go again baby, let's get this train a rollin'! That didn't last too long and it was all downhill after that. Wanted to leave but decided to do 9 and bail. I threw up a 5 over on number 9 alone. I even managed a ticker that went a few feet. Ended up with a 53. It was fat city on the uphills and top city on the downhills. What amazes me is I didn't lose any balls with the stuff that was coming off the clubs and if this was early last year, it would have been in the mid sixties.
It was 35 degrees and a little stiff breeze. My right hand was going numb when teeing off on number 2. I probably would have done better if I walked to get the blood flowing. I scrambled for a par on number 1. I'm thinking here we go again baby, let's get this train a rollin'! That didn't last too long and it was all downhill after that. Wanted to leave but decided to do 9 and bail. I threw up a 5 over on number 9 alone. I even managed a ticker that went a few feet. Ended up with a 53. It was fat city on the uphills and top city on the downhills. What amazes me is I didn't lose any balls with the stuff that was coming off the clubs and if this was early last year, it would have been in the mid sixties.