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It was around the 8th hole, par 3, and it couldn’t have been more than a 100-110 yards away. It was the summer after Kara’s Sophomore year at Trinity and she had just gotten into golfing. Prior to this outing, it had been her summer game of choice. Being new to the sport, I wasn’t expecting much and lived up to that expectation for most of the day. On one of the last holes, by some stroke of luck, I managed to hit this shot around 4 inches from the hole. As I began to smile I could see Kara turning red, and as I approached the hole for my 4 inch putt, she began to heckle. There we were, on a peaceful, serene golf course, and Kara is running all around the green, shouting and taunting me. She stood behind the hole jumping up and down chanting something like “miss it, miss it, miss it.” I managed to somehow miss the easiest put ever. People were looking over and laughing. I can remember trying to get mad at her for ruining my great shot, but then she’d just dance around and I couldn’t help but laugh. She was laughing too. Can’t say I have golfed much this summer, Central Park is a little weak on courses. But when I have, I can’t help but remember that goofy little dance.
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