It's roughly 5pm, (5am somewhere), your Tee-Time was at 1pm. You are running low on golf balls, Tees and patience for other nearby amateur players that you have so graciously let play-through. Your immediate future and reputation is feeling uncertain. 

Suddenly, a deep and genuine feeling of accomplishment rushes over you when your favorite Neon- Yellow Nike golf ball sinks into the cup on Hole #9, a 335yd dog-leg right Par-4. 

An excited glance around, in an effort to share this incredible feat with others, is cut short all-too-quickly when your immediate surroundings show you no onlookers, or even wildlife.

A moment later, a shimmer of sunlight reflects off of an object in your peripheral vision, drawing your attention to the Beer Cart Lady. 

"f*ck yeah" you mutter, under your breath. The friendly and cheerful woman, who's expert level sales tactics you have fallen victim to countless times today, has returned.

Without haste, you fully re-stock your cart with an assortment of hard seltzers, make a quick complaint that the greens are 'running a little fast today' and then go your separate ways.

Feeling the high off of your 4th triple-bogey in a row, and the comfort and confidence a fresh 6 pack provides, you are now ready to face The Back Nine. 

What an incredible day. 

The Back Nine

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