Sandbagging

We no doubt will be accused if we got a low score in the scramble but sometimes the golf gods smile. Sometimes they don't. More often in fact. But I told my partner Janet that we are out there and that is what is important and sometimes miracles occur and the little ball finds its way down to the hole. This is probably our fifth or sixth tournie together. We have won some and lost some but always supported one another which is the fun of the game. Friendship, getting older, swinging a little slower but laughing all the way. So cold today that we were bundled like Eskimos. And windy, so that you were lucky if your ball went 50 feet. But in the end we were done with 18 holes behind us. We survived even if we did not conquer.