Fore Sausage Links, Scrambled Legs and a Big Slice of Humble Pie
When we decided to go out to Roosevelt to spend some time playing golf with Heather's family, I thought it would be a fun day of showing off how much I've improved my game to Heather. In the past couple of months, I've played a couple rounds of golf and hit balls on the driving range a couple times as well. My game was improving, but I still had a big slice (for those who don't know, a slice is where you hit the ball and it veers way right). When we hit the links, my big bad slicing habits returned. The first hole, I hit the ball into the neighbors backyard. We were in a scramble, which is where, on every hit, you take the best ball of your foursome. Heather got up there after some helpful tips from her Uncle Max and hit the ball straight down the fairway. This would be a long day of Heather taking me to school on the golf course. I would hit the ball a lot farther, but with the slice, they ended up out of bounds most of the time, while her ball would be in the middle of the fairway. I chipped and putted better than I normally do, but for the most part she was the yolk of our scramble.