with our eyes stinging from the cedar pollen wafting mercilessly on the winds,
we could hardly see the ball,
plus that green is uphill a good bit
4 iron, 168 yds, quartering wind from the right hurting was a frozen rope
a west texas wind-cheater
that landed short of the green,
but the little bulldog bounced left away from the trap
tractored up the steep face to the green
and obviously to me rolled toward the cup
but still
the chances seemed minimal
having a terrible round --
but that's the way it goes with duffers
they get their aces during bad rounds
me and my witness
the scorecard
i'll update my chart of premium holes later.
