Had a fivesome today. Not a ball entered one of the infamous bunkers until the the par five sixth. Then all hell broke lose. I should carry a rake in a sheath on my back like one of those ninja swords. Sheesh!
Again, it was plenty of laughs and some of the fastest players I’ve worked for yet.
My lesson of the day was light grip pressure. Within a tee shot or two, it turned one guy’s gorilla grip into a silky-smooth fairway splitter. Pardon me while I high-five myself. I would do a chest bump but it would break the mirror.
Then there was this:
French riot police threaten to strike over alcohol ban – You can’t drive under the influence but gun-toting, law enforcement boozers are fine? Sacrebleu!