For the first tome ever in my entire life, I did not care about a stat: the 18th hole. I played the back 9 with a friend, but since 2 other friends had to bail out, our foursome shrunk down to a pair...meaning it was at a slight risk of catching a standbye golfer. The 10th hole is a par 3, so it seemed we picked up a coil guy for our group. However, when my friends sliced his drive right on the 11th tee, the "advice" followed with every stroke.
All I wanted was to play golf, and enjoy getting to know a new friend better, not a chirping parrot that likes to share all kinds of hypothetical information he got out of some waiting room magazine.Needless to say, I prayed for patience but grasped frustration. It was a good reminder that some people need extra special grace, and so I should use the carrying confronting skills I've learned about and confront.