I check the left trap, the right trap, and the deep rough behind the green. Then I notice a ball mark ten feet short of the pin. Sure enough, there's my ball. In the hole. Exults Astonished Scribe.
Next round is another eighty-four.
The driver and irons perform nicely, but the putter kills me, and the trouble wedge is nothing but trouble. No. 4 produces an eighty-five. This time I chalk up a very ugly ninety. In my book, that's a bargain. Weekends Copyright American Express Company.