That's why, after a bad shot (sometimes) the following noun is "me". I never blame the course or any of the people I'm playing with. Though I may blame the threesome 2 holes ahead playing at a snail's pace.
Strange day. 1st holes I looked lost. Hit some ugly shots. Opened +4 through 3. Got it together and shot 6 over on the front. Only bogey on the back was at 17. 8 pars and 37. Normally I play the front well then fall apart late. It’s rare to open like shit and play the back great. I’ll take the 42/37.
Having shot a bunch of 107s, I figured it'd be a good idea to submit a card, so I went out with two folk I've never played before (my normal playing partner is away for a week), and had them mark my card. Of course, I turned in my first performance ever... 116! Several blow-up holes, and some times where I got into trouble by being aggressive to try to make up for bad holes. But also some really good stuff into the mix.