Bucket list course, dreamed of playing. Step onto first tee look down and see my running shoes, then I realized I left golf shoes at horse show. Fuck it I’ll still ball. Pipe drive down middle. Hit approach shot hole high in left bunker, reach for 58 degree, and realize my scrub ass left it on the 18 yesterday after being in a jovial blur after shooting a 89… none of it fucking mattered. still shot a 93.