Nothing unusual about that. I hit the ball farther than the pro here at Creekview. I even hit the ball farther than the current champ, Mark Duffel, who's twenty. Suddenly, I was feeling better. To hell with my problems.
Golf can have that effect.
Now, here comes the weird part. I stroked that putt so clean and solid. I put such a pure sweet roll on it, the ball traveled over the grass like a bead of mercury rolls across the floor after you break a thermometer. The beginning of a miracle. The little white ball dropped into the little white cup for eagle.