I turned up for golf yesterday feeling as well as I have for months, if not years. I felt strong, fit, healthy, mentally alert and put on the most embarassing display of rubbish golf I can remember. Why does that happen? How does that happen? I suppose the search for those answers will keep me amused for a while and I think I need to read Hank Haney again. That will be four times but Hank has come through for me in the past so I'll put my faith in him once more.
PS No images of Les to blame for the poor play.
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