Stuey has laid down the ever-so-polite challenge, so it's on. I'm not sure of the shots situation, but it would be pretty close I reckon.
Stuey has laid down the ever-so-polite challenge, so it's on. I'm not sure of the shots situation, but it would be pretty close I reckon.
****. Shame I'll be in Herberton.
"That former Solahart manager is so overbearing and intimidating"."
I think the haggis muncher will have to give you shots you giant chopper.
"That former Solahart manager is so overbearing and intimidating"."
I wish. Last chance to get it done is Friday.
"That former Solahart manager is so overbearing and intimidating"."
I would except my truck is going to be in Port Douglas all day.
"That former Solahart manager is so overbearing and intimidating"."
Sounds like a lack of willpower to find a way through it. You used to be so much more motivated to fit in a round of golf.
The other reason is I have to go to Solarmans Tinaroo house and fit that mirror on his ceiling that he's always wanted.
"That former Solahart manager is so overbearing and intimidating"."
Oh and don't forget the one way mirrors into his sons bedrooms
"That former Solahart manager is so overbearing and intimidating"."
Done & dusted. Thanks for the enjoyable round, Stuey!
Courty wins 4/2.
I was 1 up after 2. I blocked the next 2 tee shots into hazards to make doubles & lose both holes, then dropped another when Stuey birdied 6. I turned it around with a birdie on 8 and tap-in par on 9 to be square at the turn. I dunked one on 11 for another double and loss, but then went on a tear to win the next 5 straight holes including birds on 13 & 14, while Stuey was racking up a couple of big numbers. Standing dormie on the 16th tee, Stuey's drive found the water, and that was all she wrote.
Great day out, fantastic weather, course was mint, and we pretty much had the place to ourselves.
Congrats Courty and commiserations Stu.
Golf is, in part, a game; but only in part. It is also in part a religion, a fever, a vice, a mirage, a frenzy, a fear, an abscess, a joy, a thrill, a pest, a disease, an uplift, a brooding, a melancholy, a dream of yesterday and a hope for tomorrow. - New York Tribune, 1916.
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