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Good Greetings Scorum Family How much fun did you have this week? The first day I went to golf and learned to play golf was the same early summer. I remember the senior who taught me a lot. So I remember the memories of that time and write. I do not know if it will be fun ^^

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It seems to fly well in the middle Slice. It is OB. "It was a good hit. I'm sorry. It is the senior who says two arms. So I cry out to you vigorously I hit it again carefully. Oh~ Another slice. "I gotta get a good OB" I urge you to proceed with words of comfort. Get out of the green Here it is. That triple. "Are not you nine? You have two OBs. " "Yes? You told me to try it again? " "I'll give you permission to do it again." "Take your money" I will bloom. By the way. Horse in the bunker.

Those two arms fell into the bunker. It seems like the direction of the tail is lit by the tail. It's time for you to fly away. I was not conscious of the companion ball. It is in the same bunker as the senior. My turn, I practice a few times with Sand Wedge. I went into the bunker and hit the ball. However, I could not escape. And then, in the bunker jaw hill long shadows He said, "Come on, come on." It is to tell. So I hit it harder. I was not able to escape again. I hit it again, I remember it as a habit.

This time it was your turn. Of course I thought I'd hit it with a sand wedge. Putting a putter is like getting into a playful. I do not even have moxibustion. I'll see you at the shade house. Like the other seat. "How many times did you hit in the front hall?" "Onions are also more common" "I was in the bunker a few times in the third bunker. Five times? Eleven are right? When you say that, you look at me very carefully I was smiling.

After that day, I'm not going to double round again. I swore. But you can do it anywhere. I'm out again. But again, it breaks the shot. Before tee-off in the tee box I'm sure I hear you say a few words. On the right is OB. If you go to the left, it's a threat. It should not be short ... Anyway, do not worry about a word. I did. The round that day was unforgettable golf. A little later, at the senior golf level Let's get closer. Now, disciplined golf has disappeared.

The noble teachings taught by your two arms. Golf is what I hit. Whatever others do. Whatever others say. My Way. And hit well. I am a nostalgic senior teacher.

Golf is like life, right?