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May 23, 2006
The green had eyes. The sand-traps stared at her like two huge eyes directly in front of it. The narrow strip of green between the sand-traps had to be the target. She knew she couldn't make it to the green, green grass of home by air. No...she must lay up to the front of the green, ever so carefully avoiding the beaches taunting her. She chose her 3 iron. With a good swing, she knew she could do it. The slow back swing and careful follow-through did the trick. Chip, putt, PAR!!! She was the queen on Hole 7!!!