So I felt pretty darn confident going into today's round for the Monthly Medal tournament. Hitting the ball pretty solid, my swing a fluid arch and my mind clear and ready to kill. A par on the first hole was a good start and got me going just fine. On the second hole I chipped the ball right next to the flag, so I thought. My fellow players yelled great shot, could be real close. Got to the top of the rise and the green was without any balls. We couldn't find my ball anywhere, finally way back behind the green amongst the trees, the ball must have bounced off of a sprinkler head or something. Bogie on two, followed with a par, par going into the par five fifth. Crunched my drive right down the middle splitting the fairway in half, and put my second shot right in front of the green looking at another possible birdie. Shanked that into the lake at an angle of ninety degrees, huh? All shaken up and afraid for another shank, skulled the ball to the left, where somehow I luckily pulled off a shot from the bunker for a one putt double bogie. After that it was down hill. Easy approach on par four nine wedge headed right down the smoke stack but hits half a meter short of the green and spins back into the sand trap, double-bogie there. Shanked another ball on the simple par three eleventh hole for another double-bogie, had only one lousy par on the back nine, how's that possible? Forty-four plus forty-four makes eighty-eight mighty strokes. How can I remain positive? Well, I only lost one ball (that shank in the water) and I didn't have any triple-bogies. Golf sucks again, I think I'm going to quit and take up gardening which is much less stressful.