I told myself: Go to the Masters dinner and act like true champion this year. Reminisce about those crucial shots in 2021 that made it all happen. Wear that velvet jacket with pride, and remember what it takes to win. Don’t do what you did in 2023. Get so blasted the night before you get cut off and have others buy you beer while you forget why you’re even here. Go play the shittiest round of your life and puke in the bushes. Well the beers kept flowing in 2024 and the inevitable happenedagain. Won a pool game and thought the rest could only get better. More of the degenerates showed up, and that meant we go harder. That’s when things got blurry. Cut off? What bar is this? Mom? Oh shit…
Sunday Prep: “I don’t know how I’m alive”. Short drive from that wonderful Motel 6 to the exquisite EV. I slipped on those tired ass Adidas shoes that won’t seem to die. Hit a few shots on the range and started practicing chipping on the 18th green because, well I didn’t know what I was doing. Should’ve been DQ’d right there.
Game Time: Double, double. This has 2023 written all over it. Fuck, did it again. Then rattled off 3 pars and started to wake up. The putter just started feeling good. The greens were a little slower than usual, but they all felt gettable. I won’t torture you with the middle, because it really only happened at the end. If you didn’t hear Easy’s recap, 16 was fucked. Pulled the T shot into the tree- dead left. Tried to punch out and topped that. Third shot almost hit Roder and Easy. Fourth wasn’t bad. Punched low over the green. Five on. Two putt. On 17, Easy told Roder and I we were tied. Roder just became a mortal enemy. Dog hit one left, but decent. I flared one right. So right it was wet or gone in the bushes. Somehow that son a bitch found a maintenance road. I still don’t believe it. THEN CAME THE CHIP. Didn’t bother to look at the green. Just threw it up there. Then I hear Easy say: “Get in there”. Tap in. Fuck yeah. I’ll never forget that. Dropped kicked the drive on 18, but not bad. Second shot: 5 wood down the middle. 171 out, 6 iron that carried the bunker. Missed the birdie putt, but didn’t leave it short. Let’s go get that Jacket!!
Congrats to low gross Spanks. Gotta bring yourself down to bag level. It’s fun down here. It has a very “food stamp” feel.
3 more jackets and I’ll tie Ca. Let’s Go 2025.
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