Turn The Cart Around

It’s that one shot that brings you back, isn’t it.  You’re having a lousy round, but that last iron shot to within five feet for a makeable birdie to salvage a disastrous round on the final hole always brings you back.  What a tease. 

I lived it.  The one time I played the Old Course at St. Andrews, I had a hellacious day.  As a portent of things to come, on the first hole I striped a 7-iron from the fairway, nice and high, perfect for a midlands course, a disaster for a links course.  The ball flew straight into the teeth of a strong wind (actually a gale) that never relented the entire round.  My ball sailed high and straight and after a Long, beautiful flight landed about 25 feet in front of me.  Oh boy, an elephant’s ass if there ever was one (high and stinky.) 

On the way out on the front, the wind blew across from left to right out to the Firth of Forth, taking every one of my shots hard right with it. I played out of the right rough the whole way out to the turn, waving to the happy bathers out on the strand on every hole, who were blissfully ignorant of my frustration at every shot. 

Then, after the turn, heading in, the wind blew hard right to left, again taking all my shots with it.  Ugh.  I loved hitting from the adjacent fairway on every hole, since I hadn’t hit one from that fairway the entire way out from the clubhouse.  And don’t ask about the Road Hole.

But  on the last hole I drove over the Swilcan Burn, and, staring the Valley of Sin right in the gob, I put an iron shot 10 feet from the hole, pin high,  and two-putted for par.  The sun reflected off of the craggy face of the venerable R &A, with a bagpipe playing somewhere in the old town behind us (true!), and despite the fact that my score resembled a bad blood pressure reading, I was already looking forward to the next round of golf.  I was ready to turn the cart around. 

Original lyrics:  Shattered, by O.A.R

Composers:	Gregg Wattenberg Marc Roberge
Lyricists:	Gregg Wattenberg Marc Roberge
Date:	2008
Publisher:	EMI Music Publishing

Copyright:       EMI April Music, Inc., G WATT Music

                        and Old Man Time Music, Inc.

In a way, I need a change
From this blasted game

Another chunk, another putt, another lousy score
But it's always back to golf

Fumble left and right
At the driving range
Got the cart, sat and thought
There's more I need
It's always back to you

But I'm good without ya
Yeah No good without you
Yeah, yeah, yeah

How many times can I swing til I stripe it?
way out of bounds, can't decide what’s the matter

I always turn the cart around

Give me a break; let me make a good swing plane
All that it takes is some time
Yes I'm shattered
I always turn the cart around

I had no idea that the round

Would take so damn long
Took it out, on the path

While the putts don’t fall
Push it right again

But I'm good without ya
Yeah No good without you
Yeah, yeah, yeah

How many times can I swing til I stripe it?
way out of bounds, can't decide what’s the matter

I always turn the cart around

Give me a break; let me make a good swing plane
All that it takes is some time
Yes I'm shattered
I always turn the cart around

Give it up, give it up Baby
Can’t give it up, give it up no how

How many times can I change  my damn putter?
Can’t find the line, can't decide left or right lip
I always turn the cart around

How many times can I swing til I stripe it?
way out of bounds, can't decide what’s the matter

I always turn the cart around

Don't wanna turn that cart around
But I gotta turn this thing around

Composers:	Gregg Wattenberg Marc Roberge
Lyricists:	Gregg Wattenberg Marc Roberge
Date:	2008
Publisher:	EMI Music Publishing

Copyright EMI April Music, Inc., G WATT Music and Old Man Time Music, Inc.

Copyright R.E. Kelly 2012-2018

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