As the 150th British Open kicks off at St. Andrews today, it brought back memories of the good fortune my friends and I had a few years back when we secured a tee time at the Old Course. You don’t know nerves on a golf course until you’ve teed off in front of a massive crowed, even at 6:30am, while sporting a double-digit handicap. Maybe that first drive went OB but our cigarette-rolling/drinking whiskey out of a flask caddie soon calmed our collective nerves.
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