I hit a bucket of golf balls on a beautiful spring afternoon, and at least a few of them went far, straight, and true. I looked up in time to see them arcing gracefully against the blue sky and puffy white clouds.
Most of them, though, went puttering off the tee or awkwardly left or right. I took to proclaiming “Shanked it!” each time, not knowing what that meant exactly, but knowing it was bad.
Still, those couple that go well make all the mis-hits worthwhile. Isn’t that always the way?
#85: Hit a bucket of golf balls again (101 things in 1001 days).
Only 24 more things to go…