I hit a seven iron yesterday as sweet as I've ever hit any shot.
It was 140 from an uphill lie and I didn't need all of it. It felt like warm butter and a hot knife and the ball took off like a happy eagle. Flew straight as a Roman road and went right over the pin. Would have been fitting to have made the putt, but "ho hum" pars are the strength of my game.
Then on to the long 13th. I hook the drive into the bunker about 180 off the tee. The lip is in the way and I come out of it with an 8 iron. That rolls out pretty well, but it's still 220 in. A low, hot hybrid gets to the middle of the green and I can the breaking, fast, side hiller for the second birdie of round.
The Costco hot dog tasted good that day, my friends...
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