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I signed up for the Scotiabanker's golf tourney. My Uncle Dale would be very proud of me. My husband was in disbelief. As most people know of me, I utterly dispise golf. I don't have patience, I can't putt and I'd rather be sipping cocktails by the pool when it's warm not swinging at a tiny ball. BUT this golf tourney involved cocktails and low summer heat. I can hit a ball, and I can hit it far. But that's it.
So I walked around with one club all day.