Oh yes, the only birdie was by my friend whose shot ran through the green. He chipped in!
Brings back a painful memory of my first round at North Berwick... I was playing with a friend who wanted to go to Scotland but bitched about almost everything for two weeks. NB was our last round.
I was primed for the redan, hit as good a shot as I had in me. It landed short as I planned and rolled up to 20 feet from where I made easy par.
My friend hit the wrong shot ended up in the front bunker, and he's a marginal sand player. While whining about his "luck" climbed down there, laid his lob wedge wide open, took a full swing and hit a shot that barely cleared the lip, rolled up and dropped in for deuce.
Of course the elation of the moment was short lived, because on the next hole he and his wife were on the wrong side of the gully and promptly started bitching about what a dumb green it was.
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