How I Learned To Love Drag Part 10

"Good distance, Tiger."

May took a practice swing. Then she went into that distinctive waggle. "Whoook!" It was like a replay of her shot at the first tee. Two hundred yards, slightly right, well placed for her second shot on the dogleg.

If this was any indication of how the afternoon was going to play out, I'd say I was going to be 'in tough.'

I never could stand getting beat at any sport by a girl.

For the rest of the round, I fared no better. It was like a Star Trek adventure. If there was a water hazard, a sand trap, deep rough, scenic cave, or alien vegetation, I went where no man had gone before.

As for May, she kept striking the ball with robotic precision. She had a sweet golf swing! But she didn't have the strength to really blast the ball.

Occasionally I hit the ball longer than May. However, I was very inconsistent.

At the Nineteenth Hole Restaurant, we sat down to have a cool beverage. On the outdoor patio, against the backdrop of a Tudor style clubhouse, we took refuge from the late afternoon sun beneath a rainbow colored sun umbrella.

"Let me see, with that double bogey on the eighteenth, that gave me eighteen bogeys for the round," I said as I placed my sweaty Nike cap on the green plastic dining table. "A pretty consistent streak, if I say so myself."

"Well I had ten bogeys, two double bogeys" said May as she looked at her scorecard, "four pars and two birdies. I was ten over par."

"You only beat me by thirty-one strokes," I grumbled. "Is 113 an unlucky number?"

"No. However, if you're superstitious, round it up to 114. And we won't disqualify you for an incorrect score card."

"You are hard. But, I must admit, you thrashed me fair and square."

"Well, I had an advantage," she said. "You've never played the course before."

"Yes, you're right. That's the reason."

"But I really did enjoy whipping your ass," teased May.