Jeff and I had a good match the other day. We were neck-in-neck until the 17th when ‘regression to the mean’ reared it’s ugly head…
His good play had tagged him contender
But he turned out to be a pretender.
A hole he made tough
With two shots from the rough,
Had left him no choice but surrender.
I know he’s behind me and I could barely hear him coming until he eagled the 18th this weekend. It’s a classic match…only this time…there can be no blood!
His tee ball is longer and straight
An advantage right out of the gate.
But my irons and wedge
Still give me the edge
On the index bimonthly update.
We’re getting closer to our annual Myrtle Beach trip so I though I’d throw in a little teaser…