Golf

It's almost November and it was 70 degrees today. After church I was thinking of what all I needed to do, and decided what I needed to do most was take advantage of the day and play golf. I went to a new course, it's pretty close to my apartment but I haven't been there since I moved here. It's ok...not as nice as the course by my old apartment, but it wasn't bad. I am a really bad golfer, but it is fun. And of course there is always that one shot that keeps you coming back. Today it was my last freaking putt of the game. I couldn't putt to save my life today. I hit the edge of the cup about half the time, but couldn't get the ball in the bloody hole. Until the last hole. Sometimes it's a drive, sometimes a chip shot, today it was a putt that will keep me coming back to the game. I had a rather normal putt lined up, nothing that I hadn't blown already that day...and I had just gotten out of the sand trap. I actually said before the putt that this would have to be the shot to make me come back...and it went in. Why the last hole?