The sun sets over an Appalachian hill in Elmira... Earlier in the day, the figurative sun set on our first round match on the 17th green when Buck, a massive, Wilford Brimley-like local (with a bristly fu-manchu mustache and a snaggle tooth) and his wiry partner Mike made par to halve the hole and defeat Uncle Mike and I, 2 and 1. Experience is everything on this golf course, and Buck and Mike used their knowledge of the course and a steady approach to best Mike and I who were... erratic. Better shots tomorrow...Friday, June 25, 2010
Day Sixty-Seven - 6.25.10 - Elmira Sunset
The sun sets over an Appalachian hill in Elmira... Earlier in the day, the figurative sun set on our first round match on the 17th green when Buck, a massive, Wilford Brimley-like local (with a bristly fu-manchu mustache and a snaggle tooth) and his wiry partner Mike made par to halve the hole and defeat Uncle Mike and I, 2 and 1. Experience is everything on this golf course, and Buck and Mike used their knowledge of the course and a steady approach to best Mike and I who were... erratic. Better shots tomorrow...
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