My first slice of golfing came when I was a pre-teen-age lad eyeing my dads set of MacGregors gathering dust in the garage. My younger brother and I ended up at the local 3 par, the Arroyo Seco Golf Course, hacking away at that little white ball. I was pretty competitive and my left handed brother hit those right handed sticks straight as an arrow almost every time, while I was as seeing how many trees and unsuspecting golfers I could hit as was possible during 18 holes of so-called golf. I can't believe believe they ever let us play again.
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