I'd Be a Great Golfer If I Only Played My Usual Game, Part 2

Another chapter in my endless chase of Old Man Par.

Thank goodness a friend talked me into playing yesterday afternoon. After a demoralizing slog in the mud and wind on Sunday, my clubs found their orientation in the proper direction yesterday in the calm air of a cool early spring day, and I managed to shoot a 42 on the front nine of a more difficult course than my home track as the sun set over central North Carolina.

As it always is with this game, the score should have been a 38, tops, but my putting was distracted by hairy and sandy greens that were recently aerated. Ah well, on another day I will make it so.