"...Now....about to win the Masters."
Well, it is a start anyway. I took Caz out today for his first ever golf outing. We played The Hill. North Hill. In Duxbury. A quaint little 9 hole course that is harder than it appears. A place that I learned to play on. A place that as kids, we would go sledding down the 3rd hole tee boxes, for the best sledding in town. Kids today, still go there every winter in droves. It is also the place were the guys I hang out with play one (or more) Friday afternoon each month.
Caz played well. He certainly looked that part. He had his brand new golf shorts. He sported his yellow, collared golf shirt. A green visor with the logo of a course in AZ sat on his crown. He first shot was a beauty. So much so, I misjudged his ability to come close to the group in the fairway. The shot ended up a lot closer than I would have liked. His scoring was dubious. But he really played well. He kept pace. He hit some really nice shots. It was a really great, Father/Son afternoon. 2 plus hours of great weather, great sport, and great company.
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