When I got back home in the garage after golfing today, I discovered that the tread of the right heel of my golf shoe was packed with smelly dog shit.
Nothing could have been more appropriate. š©
I had nothing working today. It felt like I was wearing oven mitts. Hell, I hit a great long chip to 3 feet, then 3 putted. The wind was strong, 2 to 3 clubs. Combine the wind with fast greens and short putts that break, if you "try to make it" you had better not miss. I shot 88 with 34 putts. Twice I picked up with net double. Our team was bad, and most of our help came from the C & D players. I didn't stick around for the 19th hole. I would think a lot of guys didn't play great but we probably lost our shirts.
We have some cold weather coming in, so this will be my last round here for a while.