golf
Lawrence and I decide to spend some time today at the driving range.
Get mean, Lawrence!
My small effort.
Ok, that was fun ... I'm in the mood to play nine holes. Here's a view from the top. Beautiful course.
Down the cliffside ... no hands!!
Let's not forget to mention that this course is a swamp. Given that spring hasn't arrived here yet, I'm assuming maybe all the snow just melted yesterday.
Lawrence tees off.
I do some damage.
Look at the lay of this ball! Yes, I hit the cart.
Woohoo! I made it onto the fairway!!!
Ninth hole, and I've got this canyon to get over. Given that I can drive 100 yards at best, I decide to tee up on the fairway.
Not even close. Here's me fetching my ball in the slimy, muddy canyon.
One more try. Well, at least I got it on the far hill this time. And my game ends here. I can't hit the ball in the clown's mouth.
Brat: good idea!
Our muddy shoes.