So Kenny, Marv and me hit the links over the weekend. It was a tough course, with plenty of “beachfront property” and tricky doglegs—or, as we call them, “legs.”
So anyway, Marv overclubbed past the apron on the fifth, but hit the green with a pitch-and-run and drained it for par. Meanwhile, Kenny found his sweet spot and swatted a wormburner straight to the pin for a double eagle! Or something.
I have no idea what any of that meant, Russ C.