Load tickets from Merrimack golfers

I came in from Goffstown convinced the driver face was the villain. Mara showed the trail heel still glowing at 70 percent after the hands had already thrown. We did not touch the head that day. I left mad and then I went and looked at my own footprints in the snow. She was right.

January pad and April pad were two different people. Ellis made me come back after thaw. The mill bag only went out once both sheets agreed. I had been buying October costumes for years.

My lead inside rolled on every iron. I thought that was “using the ground.” The bars called it a collapse. They changed nothing in the bag until I could accept a dump without the hop. Humbling. Useful.

I wanted a wedge grind. June put me on granite first. The trail foot never left. There is no grind for a glued heel. I bought a ticket for my brother instead of a new hull.

Derry thaw turned my gamer shoes into barges. Ellis made me bring the summer pair and the mud pair. Two CoP paths. One honest note: stop pretending April is a different golfer with the same studs.

Saturday at 9:00 is a short fuse and I was late on ice. June gave the pad away. I wrote ahead the next time. The mill is not rude. The granite is just one body wide.