It was region and I got my personal best. 112 on 18 holes. Got par twice. And I'm totally psyched.
Plus, I got to see "sudden death" between an Alta girl and a Brighton girl. That was intense.
Sam got nicknamed "Little Bear" after Jack Nicklaus by the Lone Peak coach. That was a big moment.
I chipped like a master.
Never touched my driver or my five iron.
I was 18 inches away from a hole in one on hole #6. I love my 3-wood.
Kiki and Cobair's dad looks remarkably like Albert Einstein.
I ate a whole foot long sub.
Oh, and my face? Boom, roasted. That means sunburned.
I felt good about golf today.
This is probably what I looked like when I was telling everyone to hold their applause after I parred hole #12.
Psyche. No one applauded me.
But, if there was a crowd, they would've.