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**Staillateno** · 05-28-2007, 03:22 AM

So yesterday was a sparkling clear spring day after several days of rain. I get up, look around, and announce to my wife I'm heading to the golf course to get some holes in. (missed league night, so I was ready).

I figured since it was Memorial Day weekend and I live in Montana, lots of folks would be shaggin their asses to the mountains and rivers for the weekend...maybe not so much traffic on the course.

Wrong.

I got to the course a little after 10 a.m. Waited an hour to get added to a group as a single. Finished the round at about 4:30. Over six hours on the course without anything to eat.

Shot an 83, but three of the last four holes were double bogies. I could feel my low blood sugar...shaky, jerky, unstable.

Anyway, that's my story, and I'm sticking to it.

05-28-2007, 03:22 AM	#1
Staillateno Join Date Oct 2005 Posts 396 Senior Member	Out of Gas So yesterday was a sparkling clear spring day after several days of rain. I get up, look around, and announce to my wife I'm heading to the golf course to get some holes in. (missed league night, so I was ready). I figured since it was Memorial Day weekend and I live in Montana, lots of folks would be shaggin their asses to the mountains and rivers for the weekend...maybe not so much traffic on the course. Wrong. I got to the course a little after 10 a.m. Waited an hour to get added to a group as a single. Finished the round at about 4:30. Over six hours on the course without anything to eat. Shot an 83, but three of the last four holes were double bogies. I could feel my low blood sugar...shaky, jerky, unstable. Anyway, that's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
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