Shot a miraculous 77 today at Remington Parkview. Yes, 77. I checked my scorecard twice. Then my soul. Both confirmed—no cheating involved, just miracles and mild tree sorcery. Played with a legendary Korean father-son duo. The father? 76 years old. But he wasn’t playing senior golf. He was playing soul golf. Guy’s swing was smoother than a K-drama love confession. Tempo like classical music. He didn’t talk much, but when he did, it was wisdom like, “Don’t aim at the flag. Let the flag find you