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Just went out and played in 107 heat index. Hit the ball like absolute shit: one fairway and one green, but I managed to scrap together a 41, which with the way I hit the ball, felt like a 34.
I was hitting huge flares all day, which is really odd for me, because I never cut the ball. I finally started rolling my hands over super hard on 7 and hit the driver a bit more solid, but I was still all over the place.
That was exhausting, especially walking in that heat and humidity.
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"When the Know-Nothings get control, it will read 'all men are created equal, except negroes, and foreigners, and Catholics.' When it comes to this I should prefer emigrating to some country where they make no pretense of loving liberty – to Russia, for instance, where despotism can be taken pure, and without the base alloy of hypocrisy.”--Abraham Lincoln
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