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July 25th 2005 Peter, our road manager has arranged a free round of golf at the local country club. I started playing golf 7 months ago and now I am a junkie. I cannot seem to get enough. I watch the golf channel when I'm home, I play at least twice daily. I read about golf. I am "cracked out" when it come to this game. To get ready for this, I go out and jump rope for 30 minutes. I am ready to tear up the course. I am Tiger, Phil and VJ all in one. When we get to the club house, I start buying things that I need. A glove, lots of balls (this course has water hazards, Yikes!) a divot tool, (what the hell am I thinking) I will never reach the green. I am ready to roar. We start, I am first, a couple of warm up swings (boy, at least I look the part). I am ready, I go thru my check list, knees slightly bent, left arm straight, take your time, pull the club back slowly, now let the big dog eat. A mighty "Swoosh!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I look toward the hole some 300 yards away. My ball goes about 20 feet. How could this be? The other guys are laughing, "What the hell?" I say. "Twenty feet, this ain't right". I am back down to earth. I am not Tiger, Phil or VJ, I'm a musician with a horrible golf swing and it's hot (Why did I agree to this?). I should be in my room, watching the Golf channel and practicing. 4 hours later, I'm beat down, I've lost 3 balls and I made an 8 on a par 3, ouch! I cannot wait until tomorrow. I want to do something that I know how to do. But! After thinking about it. Maybe tomorrow I can turn it around? After all, those three balls that hit the water felt good coming off the club:-} Maybe I can squeeze a round in before sound check? Like I said earlier, "I AM CRACKED OUT". Peace, JV:-} Oh! Did I forget to mention the 13 year old on the course that totally smashed me:-{ That kid's got game.
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