Three seasons occurred at Mar-A-Lawno when a bunch of Cowabungas converged to play two rounds. Wearing shorts and layered shirts, jackets, vests whatever, five dudes endured wind, clouds, smirr, sun breaks to play the original course, easily remembered by those in their eighth decade. Not you Sticky.
As a paean to the times, The Isotopes "Truth Decay" played exultantly in the background. Playing determinedly in the foreground, Surferino got out the broom from the clubhouse and swept both games. No POD. No SOD. Just killer shots. Reversion to his norm is expected next outing.
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