Forgive me, golf gods, for I have sinned.

The other day I was playing golf with my long-suffering husband. Most unexpectedly, I was en fuego.

I opened with a bogey, nothing special. But then came a par. Then out of the blue, a birdie. Followed by bogey, par. Five holes in, and I was only one over.

Suddenly, tragedy struck. In the form of my big mouth opening up and observing, “wow, we’re five holes in, and I’m only one over!”

Ah, what fools we mortals be.

The golf gods, who had been lying dormant until that point, were roused, and not at all amused. Angry at being awakened by my bold pronouncement, they proceeded to punish me mercilessly with doubles and triples.

Sigh. My husband had warned me in the past about the golf gods and their fickle ways. But being the nice guy that he is, he didn't say “I told you so.” Well, maybe he kind of did, with the not-too-subtle head shake and eye roll after my second triple.

Lesson learned. No more comments before the scorecard is signed and sealed. Hopefully the golf gods will forgive me before my trip to Pinehurst…

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