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| Magic Soda machine, nothing to do with golf. |
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| Scott goes for the putt |
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| Sperry all ready to get crack'n |
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| Scott in action, whoa that's manly! |
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| Carter for the wind up |
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| Carter just as a pro in mid-shot |
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| Follow thru and lets it fly |
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| Extra bonus points for a dad who makes time and takes time with our kids |
The best part of the story is the golf clubs we scored during the garage sales early summer. I got Carter a great bag, shoes (which were my size), nice set of clubs for about $30. Scott decided to go unattended (which won't happen again) to find him some clubs during the big neighborhood sale day. He came home with a retro 80's ugly bag that has bright fushia and a teal colors on it. The clubs are just as old and normally I'm not a snob, but this stuff that probably came out the year before they upgraded the style from the '60s is stuff that I can't bring myself to use. My plan: break out the clubs in the summer neighborhood garage sale, try to recoupe a fraction of my money and get some clubs that are at least made within the last 20 years.








