The golf trip was fun and I’m glad to be home so I can sleep in my own bed. I golfed terribly; some of the highest scores ever. One thing is for sure – it’s not the clubs, it’s the guy swinging them. I was not prepared for the amount of abuse this would put on my body.
The rollcall of pain:
Forearms? Sore.
Back? Sore.
Calves? Sore.
Shins (yes, shins) Really sore.
Ankles? Sore.
Feet? Sore.
Notes from the trip:
Lowest score I shot all week: 110. I know – terrible. I thought the courses were tough. Beautiful, but tough.
Average temperature: mid 70′s.
Favorite slogan on a lighter: My other ride is your Mom. This one kept me laughing for a while.
Strangest moment: a lactating stripper tried to squirt me with breast milk. There is way more to this story but I’m not sharing it on the web site!
Favorite 9 holes: Tot Hill Farm. We stopped there on the way to Myrtle and the front 9 was really slick. Boulders and water everywhere. Pretty hard course but it looked like we were out in a desert somewhere. Very cool. Didn’t like the back 9 as much.
Favorite 18 holes: Tiger’s Eye. I think I liked every single hole on this one.