Hole #5 with Lake Ontario on left side of tee box.

It was a cold, rainy, and blustery day on the golf links. I tried to steady myself as I bent down to expertly form my tee out of a small pile of wet sand. I placed my gutty on the tee and extracted my brassie from its well-worn leather bag. I then proceeded to thrash my tee shot dead right into the Firth of Forth (or is it Forth of Firth) or better yet, was it just a moment of time travel and my ball was just resting at the bottom of Lake Ontario? Read more →