I hate this game...

or does the game hate me? In the unending battle with Old Man Triple Bogey, the aged bastard came out ahead yet again. Eighteen holes at Kimberton, and I can count on one hand the number of good shots I hit- that includes the good misses.

Moreover, I got paired up with some very good players- a 5 HCP, and maybe a couple 10's. It's no fun at all to be worst player in your foursome. All it made me was more self-conscious about my game.

Maybe I should take up lawn darts.