6:00 PM August 2, Ohio river valley, Belterra golf course, 3rd hole, 90 some degrees, no wind, dead calm, oppresively high humidity, mosquitoes, a soaking wet golf shirt after 40 minutes of play, already one over, my burning cigar tasting awful as the sun beats down, in the middle of f'ing nowhere, the smell of Bart's lack of deodorant, those sticky things all over my legs itching me to death, and walking around in foot high weeds of the right rough looking for Jacks ball as it was our best drive off the tee.
This is going to be a blast.
Eddie
This is going to be a blast.
Eddie
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