The fog lifts, the dew not yet gone. Its quiet as the first swish, strong yet stiff, a little to eager, exilerating. Heart beat quickens yet the mind seeks the calm needed to make that shot. TINK! All fear gone, the ball rockets to lies unknown, to its destiny. Golf gods be kind, for I am here as often as I can. Because.... I LOVE GOLF.
Monday, June 22, 2009
The 2009 US Open Championship - Scorecards - Lucas Glover Scorecard
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