Just became a no-hit wonder. Imagine playing golf with your father - the one who barely makes a comment whether the shot is fabulous or stinks. The one who says "But, I was smiling" in the photos that show the emotion (as Wendy says) of American Gothic! I clearly remember the one gymnastic meet that he was able to attend - the one meet where I fell on my dismount scraping my back raw against the uneven parallel bars. UGH! The pressure. Tomorrow is opening day of the Women's Golf Association. My first real tournament. Today was only a practice round!
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