I played a round of golf with my buddy Andy Southmayd this afternoon. It was part of our Father's Day.
We played Marsh Island, a shortish 18-hole course near Angola, Delaware. It's an odd course, with a string of funky par-3 holes crammed into the back nine. But I had a gift certificate for part of the cost, and the course is proposed to be plowed under in favor of a housing development, so I wanted to get back out there again.
I started well, carding a par-4 on the first hole and staying within sight of par on the next few holes. Until the sixth, when I fell apart. I mostly pulled back together on the back nine, but it wasn't a great round. I ended up with a 112. On the plus side, I shaved strokes off on the back nine.
We had fun, though, swapping stories and laughing, and comparing what we'd received from our broods for Father's Day. Afterwards, we met our families at Big Fish Grill for a pleasant dinner.
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