A round to remember, a hole to forget
Something clicked today on the front nine at Leo J. Martin. I had what my wife refers to as “transcendence” or “flow.” In sports terms, I was in the zone. I was unconscious. (Relatively speaking, of course.)
1st: Solid drive into the fairway. On in regulation. Two putts. Par.
2nd: Pulled the drive into the trees on [...]