A quite decent round!

 Front Nine. 

First, magnificent drive that cleared the little stream and bounced agreeably into the fairway 80 yards from the green. A fine wedge got me on in two and a phenomenal putt gave me a quick birdie to start the day. 

Second, up Everest. Chose driver, anticipating my usual slice, which it did perfectly right onto the narrow strip of fairway. Chose a 6-iron that landed on the back of the green within sniffing distance of the hole. Again, a terrific putt with a genius read that curved slightly and I smiled confidently as it sunk in for an Eagle three. 

Third, used my wood 3-wood for a mighty drive, think it went about 220, then a gentle pitch to the green but 2-putted for a disappointing par. 

Fourth, the little par 3, got a hole in one! How about that!!

Fifth, my favorite hole, soared over the fairway bunker, landing in the middle of the fairway, whence a 9-iron got me just short of the green. Pitched in for a pretty par. 

Sixth, it is unlikely that I will ever drive this green but got it damn close, used my 60-degree wedge to chip it gracefully onto the green, short putt for birdie again. Pretty damn good round I'm having!

Seven, a high, soaring drive that cleared over the cliffside, where they had recently mowed so my little Srixon rolled gently down to the fairway just shy of the pond on the right. Hit a good 5-iron that flew over the water just shorrt of the bunkers protecting the large green. Hole placement was friendly and I chipped in. I love that new wedge!

Eight, par three, and wouldn't you know, another ace! Damn!

Nine, not a very good drive but a sturdy 5-iron short of the rise to the green. My wedge, behaving nicely all day, got me onto the green in three and a long, arcing putt gave me a good solid par. 

A solid round of 26. 

Then I woke up. 

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