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On the 4th hole Jack indiscreetly kicked his ball from underneath an oak tree back onto the green. EJT was apoplectic, and chased Jack about the landscape screaming “no mulligans!”
Today’s shenanigans, like most others, were par for the course.
Posted by Sean on November 19, 1677
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