Father Murman with a classic "I'm winning" smile.
Brother Dan attempts a long par putt, but wilts under the pressure
@#$%! Golf is a four letter word alright!
He adds Dan's score, then Murray's and announces himself as the winner, by not one, but by 9 strokes.
The brothers look bewildered. It seems they were too focused on each others game, dismissing dear old Dad as an also ran.
He's been kicking our asses on the course ever since.
He tells me it was the best 150 dollars (for the lessons) he has ever spent.
And on the occasion of his 70th birthday, we rekindled that old classic and wouldn't you know, the Old Man's still got game.
He crushed us both.
Danni, Dad and Me after we had been crushed after 18 holes at Hampton