Again I drive, pitch, chip, Powerade break, putt, almost an exact replica of the first hole. On the last 18th hole, the starve of my tummy drives me home.
By Max Johnson
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Thursday, 23 March 2017
Going hard out
On a summer afternoon, I trace the steps I have taken so many times before to the golf course. I tee off from hole 1. I drive, pitch, chip and putt my path to my second hole.
Again I drive, pitch, chip, Powerade break, putt, almost an exact replica of the first hole. On the last 18th hole, the starve of my tummy drives me home.
By Max Johnson
Again I drive, pitch, chip, Powerade break, putt, almost an exact replica of the first hole. On the last 18th hole, the starve of my tummy drives me home.
By Max Johnson
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