I pulled the clubs up from the basement during this staycation.
Threw them in the back of the car, drove to a pretty little course down I-81 by the name of Orchard Valli and putted around, prepping for my way-too-late-in-the-season first outing with Tater.
Didn’t pull my phone out of pocket wondering where the heck he was until he was 10 or so minutes late.
My pat had texted in sick.
Fees paid, cart loaded and muscles stretched, I drove off to the empty 10th tee. I’d noticed a bunch of golfers starting on No. 1. No use lining up behind them.
Many balls were hit in various directions the next several hours.
I had one good hole.
The little tee shot was pure and straight.
The first putt from just off the green stayed true until wandering just off to the right and a few feet far at the end.
Hit it home straight and strong for my three.
I played golf the first week in July.