I think golf has put my farmer's tan over the line. I have so many ridiculous tan lines, lines from my shoes, my shirts, my shorts, my bathing suit, my running clothes. I must look like some zebra/human half breed.
Golf is the type of game you have to have patience for. By the 15th hole I am ready to pack it in and I usually don't get there until the 10th hole. There was a fantastic hole, 16, I think at the Prairie Isle Golf Course. You had to drive the ball over a huge pond to the green. And just as my flight was teeing off, this gaggle of geese landed on the water and made the most incredible sound. I hung around this hole through two flights of players just trying to find the right angle.
And here's what ran:
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