Mike made it clear from our opening tee shot that, “A good round is finishing with more golf balls than you started with.” He had hit so many errant shots in the junk, that he found success, leaving with way more balls than he began with. Although not his best golf, Mike’s positive attitude never waivered. He was as an enthusiastic golf partner both days. Geoff, who displayed remarkable patience throughout the 36 holes, finally lamented on the cart ride to the parking lot, when he proclaimed, “If I even think I will ever play like this again, I won’t even bother to tee off.” All was quickly forgotten, however, as he booked his next tee time before we threw our sticks in the trunk of his car. After two days of golf and more shots than I care to admit, my seven-hour drive back to Tallahassee seemed like a daunting task. I kept myself busy by going over each shot from both days and arrived home before I knew it. In retrospect, despite losing more golf balls than I had anticipated possible, I kept harking back to the one mantra that has served millions of golfers for years, “A bad day on the golf course is better than a good day at the office.” That is what keeps bringing me back, plus free golf doesn’t hurt either.
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