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Dear ladies and gents, members of cyber golf and
tournament events. Lend me your ear, while I tell you a story of a hole that’s so
***. Observe while I paint a picture of Marion’s # cinco, some may like it so
forgive me, I’m a sicko. Four hundred and twenty yard is a fine driving hole,
and hitting the fairway is always the goal. Taking a good look there’s only one
thing to say, clear the bunkers and the balls in play.
I set up right and align myself straight, cuz the
fairway moves left with deliberate hate. I stand firm and grounded take aim but
confound it, the ball dances and jumps and I’m lucky to have found it. Now the
approach is as perilous, freighting and filled with grinch’s, for again the
green slanting left 5 feet 6 inches. I set back spin on max, set full flaps and
relax. The ball lands softly and all looks good, but then takes a hard left,
which I’ve never understood.
I’m in trouble now and losing mojo, praying my ball
grows a 5 O’clock shadow. Its hard left now and pick up speed,. I’ve conceded
and nicked named it Sen. Harry Reed. When
all said and done I’m not having fun, as I walk off disgusted, dismayed and
undone. For now what can I say, Merion’s number 5 as jacked with my Feng
Shui
geegadwha