The Seventeenth

Looking down to the seventeenth green where Stan and me were about to finish off this morning's match, some revenge after losing on Sunday. Played OK but the report card still says 'could do better'.

Same goes for the tenpin tonight. It was the semi-final of a handicap competition that we always have a chance in. After 3 games and the best part of 3 hours it all came down to the last end, me against the best player in the club but with me sitting on a strike. And I went and made a mess of it. No bottle. Rats!!