evan, lindsay, nina, elena and esther

The game was good. Lindsay and I returned to the golf course with the sun. Sleeping in would result in a forfeit and a week of wrinkly fingers.

We had 4 of 9 holes left, and Lindsay was ahead 2 strokes. As we played the 6th, 7th, and 8th holes, I gained enough strokes to tie by the beginning of the 9th hole. My drive off the 9th tee went out of bounds, awarding me a penalty; Lindsay's was straight down the fairway. I took a drop and shot my ball in the bunker just off the green. Lindsay landed on the green in a few shots, and I finally hacked it out of the sand onto the green.

Lindsay's ball had one stroke less than mine, her ball was about 4 feet away and mine was about 15 feet from the cup. If she sunk her putt, she would win the game. She putted, missed, putted again and made it. If i could make my putt, I would tie the game. If i missed, i would lose by one stroke. I lined up my putt, took a cautious practice stroke, took a breath, and putted for dough.... it rolled assertively, for the first 14 feet and then started to loose steam. inch by inch, it neared the hole, it reached the edge, teetered, and 'plunk!'

The game was tied. It was pretty awesome. We decided we will have a rematch, and until then would share the dish duty.