The round began with beer. The crisp feeling was palpable. We all hit perfect shots until the beer ran out. Then, Deerboy got the shakes. For a moment, things looked grim. But we found some badwater in a puddle down the left side of number 12. Deerboy knelt beside the puddle, drank heartily, and returned to his smooth self.
Eagle opportunities were in legion. Ryan reached the par 5 12th and Kevin reached the par 5 15th. The eagle putts didn't fall, but at least the holes got their kneecaps dirty.
Shots were made, and the thing is, that was expected. You can't really discount a driving iron from 235 yards to set up an uphill eagle opportunity.
Things got really weird on 18, when Deerboy sliced with such force that he actually disappeared for a good portion of the hole. Considering the landscape is flat and treeless, his venture beyond the visible horizon caused immediate concern. Yet he came swiftly back to a greenside bunker and got up and down for what could only be considered "a good bogey."
Scores:
Kevin 71
Jason 76
Ryan 92
Deerboy 134
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