The last hole. Two strokes and I had the ball in. 49 points.
Then it was Troy’s turn. He had 47 points. So much pressure! We had a bet going on, five bucks for him or extra turn of him taking the dog out without complaint. This is a repeat of last summer and last summer he got a hole in one on the eighteenth hole.
He hit the ball. It rolled down the hill, moving closer to that hole. The hole that will take the ball away for good. Ooooo….it curves to the side.
Ok. One more stroke. If he makes it, we tie once again. Gentle swing annnnddd….it’s in.
Tie. He got he five bucks and I get an extra turn of not taking the dog out. That works, but I can’t lie…I do wish I could beat him…