. . . I remain unbeaten on the golf course as a new dad. I brought my A game today, shooting an 84 at Settler's Ghost, annihilating my heavily favoured father. To be fair, he hadn't brought his new clubs with him (what, he seriously thought he could beat me with old clubs?), he wasn't playing his home course (like Nadal on clay he's not a threat out of his comfort zone), I lent him a sand wedge that I had discarded 10 years ago based on its unreliability (gotta fight dirty), and I believe he's still suffering jet lag from the drive from Montreal.
More importantly, Kate survived the 5 hours home alone with the kids. When we got home, all 3 were sound asleep.
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