Ahh....tingling! Dad came down, we both were talking up our games, 'I shot 39, I shot 37...etc' As usual, we were both all talk....played 18, we massacred the front nine, (which I still won) then I put together I think 5 pars on the back, (we will not discuss a specific par 3) to take the Cup. That means he had to pay me $5, $5, and $5, total of the large amount of $15.00. Sadly, I did not have change for a $20, so....I kept $20.
However, the best part of it was him looking at the range-finder, and realizing I was driving 300 yards +. Sweet Glory. You're away, Dad.
Hehe.





