I was playing mindless golf. Not a single ounce of luck in the last two tries against the bastard. Last time I had an excuse, I hadn't been to bed in like 36 hours and I was on my second 18, walking... My excuse this time was simply the wrong strategy, opting to put my Callaway Hickory Stick in the bag and using it the majority of the round, along with the rest of my hickories. I was trying to play apply an aerial strategy to the challenge and it just didn't work. Not on Kikuyu at least.
None the less, I too will be using a softer ball and conventional clubs this next match. He will go down.
And about my Putt-putt Putter, well I'll have you know that with Gil, I sunk him good, birdieing two holes in a row to close him out by five.
Drink my booze, even screw with Tori herself, but don't put down my golf course!
BTW, I drove by there last full moon and tried to channel Aaron's ghost, even had a Double-Double all ready waiting there for him, just to see if he could tell me where he buried some cans filled with some big cash. No Luck.