Par For The Course.

I went golfing yesterday/earlier today, for the third time ever. I birdied on a par three.

See that picture to the left? See how the ball is like, a foot and a half away from the hole?


That's where it landed from the drive... tee off.... thing... whatever that's called. I thought that was pretty satisfying.


Until I talked to Melissa, who informed me that 'satisfying' is spending a weekend in Helsinki with a software programmer.


I just have to grit my teeth and remind myself that I golf like a champ; chanting "I birdied on a par three, I birdied on a par three, I birdied on a par three" helps to soothe the bitter, bitter jealousy.