Under No Circumstances I Throw The Towel, Silly

When you shoot 39 in the front 9…

The only logical strategy for one to take…

Is to shoot 29 in the back 9….

I’m minus three now…

The ball is in the fairway 100 yards from the pin.

The game isn’t over until the last putt on the 18…

Lads, I still have a chance to finish well and win…

I’m minus six now…

One more to go. I need to take another risk and say no…

No to doubts, no to circumstances I can’t control…

No to any other alternative other than a go!

Birdie. Seven down!

I’m on the middle of the fairway on the last hole…

28? 29? 30? I do know. One more down to go, I say…

Stay with me on this one God, if you may…

Hit! It’s going up… it’s coming down…

Green, near the flag. Wow…

Putt, downhill left to right, holy cow…

Minus eight? I hope… Putt!

It’s going… it’s going… it’s gone! It’s in!!!

Eight down it is, three up it was…

Beginning bad, ending good…

67.

Celebrate hard, I should. Give up? Never…

I mean? Forever, never, ever… really.

Under no circumstances I throw the towel Silly.