Golf

Golf is good, golf is fun. On Monday, my buddy Steve and I took the day off and went to play golf at Twin Rivers in Fall City. I turned up at around 8.30am and hung out before our 9.06am tee time waiting for Steve.
Twin Rivers is my kind of golf club. It's not pretentious, the course flows naturally around a lot of old trees, and the clubhouse is basically a shack with a greasy spoon inside selling burgers. Down to earth, and welcoming.
Anyhow, Steve and I tee off and after finishing the first hole, we can't figure out where the next tee box is. We look at the map on the scorecard to no avail and finally realize that we missed the big red "First Tee This Way" sign and had started on number ten by mistake. Oops.
Anyhow, we carry on and sometime later we reach a nice par four, and after two shots we are both about 25 feet from the hole, just off the green. I reach for my eight iron and putt/chip it straight into the hole. Then Steve reaches for his pitching wedge and does exactly the same! We both got birdies, both from chipping in off the green!
Needless to say, my normal game quickly returned...
On hole number one (our number ten) we were joined by a really nice 87 year old guy. My word, did his swing look awful, but it just worked. 200 yards, straight down the middle, every time. He had us beat easy. Whenever I lost a ball (which was quite often), he would reach into his bag and give me another one saying, with a smirk, "I've got hundreds of these at home and I'll never live to use them all". I bet that's because he never loses any...