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Saw a FIVE PUTT today

Written by: Tony Korologos | Friday, June 5th, 2009
Categories: Hackers

Today my Dad and I played in a 27 hole member-guest tournament at his club Hidden Valley.  We play this tourney every year and enjoy the format.  The course has 27 holes and each nine is a different game:  two man scramble, alternate shot, net best ball.

We started out great and kicking the butts of my pal Arnie and his partner Bruce.  But when my Dad and I get to the alternate shot it is very difficult.  The pressure of alternate shot is high and if you mess up you leave your partner holding the bag.  My dad and I did that to each other a few times and flamed out on that nine.

Throughout the rest of the round Arnie and Bruce caught fire and started burying us.  It was an old fashioned demolition.  Despite a great session at the range prior, my 2009 “mystery swing” reappeared and I started finding parts of the course I never new existed.  I’m getting tired of that.

The end result when all was said and done was not finishing in the money, and having to pay Arnie and Bruce for the nice golf lesson.

Five putt

There was about a 30 minute rain delay when we were on a par-5.  It was there I witnessed something I’ve never seen, a five putt.  This was during the stressful alternate shot.  I watched Arnie and Bruce trade putts and trade putts and trade putts.  They ended up carding a five putt on that hole for a total of nine strokes.  Had they even two putted they would have probably finished in the money.  Despite that nine, they still waxed my Dad and I.

Congrats guys.  We’ll be seeing you next year…


Salt Lake Amateur Day Two Recap – And I’m spent

Written by: Tony Korologos | Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009
Categories: GolfHackersLife

I won’t be writing as long of a post with hole by hole accounts as I did after day one.  In fact, I was so mentally and physically drained after the tournament that it has taken me almost two days to get to posting this.

The goal

Going into round two I had a number in my head.  That number, 70, was what I thought I’d have to shoot in order to break into the prize money.  As it sits I don’t know if my estimate was right and I didn’t hit that number, or even close.  I shot 78 with seven bogeys and one birdie.

Challenge #1: The pairing

There’s this guy in my league at my club who is, shall I say, loud.  When you have 100 guys in the room, his voice is the one everyone hears.  He’s in your face, obnoxious and one of those “personal space invaders.”  He’s also very hot tempered on the course.  He’s a club thrower, flag stick thrower and has been known to pull a Woody Austin and break his clubs over his head.

I was paired with this guy.

I dealt with him fine and I don’t feel that his behavior had any bearing on my game, good or bad, except on one hole.  On one par-3 I had a 6-iron in my hands.  He flew over the green, threw his club and announced to the group that he couldn’t believe he’d flown an 8-iron over the green.  That stuck in my mind and I gagged on my 6-iron, thinking I had too much club.  Bogey.

Challenge #2: The conditions

The course, Bonneville, was in absolutely spectacular condition.  This course has some of the best greens in the state year after year, and these greens this weekend may have been the best I’ve putted, ever.  I really don’t think I missed a putt in two days under five feet.  If you started it online and with proper pace, it was going in.  No doubts.  No bouncing or drifting off line.

My speed on my lag putts was a bit on the aggressive side though and I kept giving myself those five footers.  Unfortunately many of those five footers, which I never missed, were for bogey.

The rough had been grown in for a good couple of weeks.  The grass was so long that it was seeding.  I must have missed about eight fairways by no more than one foot.  The ball goes in that stuff and nestles down and you have NO idea how it will come out of those lies, or in fact IF it will come out at all.  As I missed greens in regulation, the ball would go into that deep grass too.  Chipping from grass like that is hell.  You subconsciously know if you don’t swing hard enough the ball isn’t going to move.  So you hit the chip too hard and leave yourself a 20 footer for par.  That was the story all day for me.  20 foot par putts and 5 foot bogey putts, which I never missed.

On the 16th hole (my 7th since I started on the back first) I was sitting at +3 on the round and feeling pretty good.  I had a 4-iron to this par five which normally requires fairway wood to reach.  I pushed my shot slightly.  I knew I’d missed the green by just a few feet.  When I got up there the two players in my group and I could not find my ball.  I was getting ready to go back and replay, but then we found it.  The ball was three inches from the fringe of the green, in a slight depression in the ground.  The grass was long to begin with, and it was obvious that the mower missed this spot.  I’m three inches from putting, yet my ball is in 10 inch deep grass.

All I could do was open up my lob wedge and swing out of my shoes.  I almost broke both my wrists and let out a loud grunt when I hit the ball.  The ball did come out, went across the green and to the opposite fringe.  From there I putted twice and made par.   Despite that being a “good” par, being so close to a par-5 green in two should be a guaranteed birdie.  This was the story most of the day.

The good – What I can store in my memory banks for next year

My history in this tournament is one of shooting 72-73 in day one and being right in the hunt.  Then on day two I melt down, throw up, gag, and shot in the 80’s.

I didn’t do that this year.  This year marks the first time I’ve shot both rounds in the 70’s in fact.  I had no nerves or butterflies in round two.  I also had no nuclear meltdowns in round two like I have in the past.  I worked hard and ground out what I could get out of my play and the conditions.  All that said, my 78 was a disappointing number, but as solid as it could have been.

One double bogey in 36 holes

I wanted to play consistent this year and that I did.  I only had one double bogey in 36 holes in US OPEN conditions (deep rough and fast hard greens).  That double bogey was a freak incident anyway, when I had a bogey putt circle around the hole 420 degrees (yes all the way around and more) before it jumped out of the hole, stuck its tongue out and gave me the bird.

Tamed that damn #9 par three

Last year ONE hole knocked me out of the tournament.  I came into the incredibly difficult #9 at -3 after eight holes on the first day.  I carded a triple bogey.  The 2nd day I carded a double bogey.  I shot 10 over for the tournament, but five over for that hole.

This year was a different story.  I played the hole completely different.  I chose to be short of the pin, or even the green at all costs.  This allowed me to make to solid chips and 1-putt for pars.  I finished that hole even.  Very positive to take into next year.

Conclusion

Once again this tough tournament, the conditions and a bit of the pressure had the best of me.  I still haven’t cracked into the money or played to a level I’d hoped.

I probably shouldn’t be too unhappy, based on the fact that only five days before this tourney I had the shanks.  Fighting through that and posting two rounds in the 70’s in those conditions is an achievement in itself.

I bring some hope into next year based on the good I got from my rounds and my more consistent play.

I’m going to keep playing in this f*&ker and one of these days I’ll break into the prize money.


Salt Lake Amateur Day One Recap – Respectable

Written by: Tony Korologos | Saturday, May 30th, 2009
Categories: GolfHackersLifeMiscellaneousSite News

My tee time today was 1pm. I liked that time because it gave me half a day to sleep in and drink coffee in the morning.  These days with my non rock & roll body clock sleeping in meant about 7:30am though.  I got to mill around, clean my clubs, mark my balls (so to speak), and eat lunch.  I took off for the course about 11:30 and got there at noon.

I putted on the practice green and hit about 10-15 balls on the range, enough to get the feel.  I’ve already beat up my golfer’s elbow this week bad enough and if my swing wasn’t ready by today I’d have to dance with what I brought to the prom.

I ended up paired with a guy I played with last year along with another I’d never met and of course my pal Jim.

Hole 1

I was not as nervous as usual.  No butterflies in my stomach and not hyperventillating on the tee.  I hit a nice draw down the fairway.  I’m in the short grass on my first shot.  Then I felt like I’d just had 15 shots of espresso and I had to calm myself down.  I debated 4 or 5 iron for a while in the fairway on this par-5 and decided that long was dead.  I hit a 5-iron to the front of the green and two putted for a birdie!  Great start, but there are 35 more holes to play.

Hole 2

Hole 2 is a short par-4.  Usually I have a sand wedge to the green.  This time though, I nervously hooked my drive toward a water tank which lay OB.  I hit the OB fence.  Didn’t know if I was in play, so I hit a provisional.  My original shot stayed in play and I had to chip back to the fairway where I hit a 6-iron to about 20 feet.  I two putted for a bogey and turned a double or worse into a bogey.  Damn.  Damage control on the 2nd hole.  I didn’t panic like I might have in years past though.

Hole 3

Hole three is a tough par-4.  It is crucial to get on the right part of this green or it is a putting nightmare.  Did I mention that these greens are slicker than Anna Rawson’s legs after a fresh shave?  That is mega-slick.

With the memory of the previous hooked drive, I then proceed to push the next one into trees.  Brilliant.  I have my first chance to make a stupid decision.  I’m in deep rough as they let it grow thick for this event.  I have an opening about five feet wide where if I hit the perfect shot I can go left of one tree, right of another and underneath the hanging branches of a third.  It would be a hero shot.  Well before this tournament I told myself I wasn’t going to hit hero shots.   I safely chipped to the fairway.

From there I get on and two putt for a bogey.  Again, damage control.

Hole 4

The par-4’s keep coming and they keep getting tougher.  I hit a decent drive in the fairway and have a 175 yard shot to the green.  I pick a 7-iron because once again, long is dead.  I hit the front left of the green, 2-putt and move on.  My first par.

Hole 5

Hole five is a bugger of a par-5.  It looks easy on the card, but there are many places you can screw up.  The green has a giant tier and you never want to be on the wrong side of it.

I hit the left rough and I’m 260 out with a buried lie, a tree in front of me and a severe upslope.  This is NOT the time to hit a hero shot so I pull a 7-iron.  I hit it more solid than I realized because it ended up about 45 yards from the green after catching a downslope.

I’d practiced 40 yard shots yesterday but this didn’t feel right with the lob wedge.  Too tight of a lie and too many bad things can happen if I miss it.  I trapped a sand wedge and ran it up to the green where the pin was on the front tier.  My shot rolled forever and trickled to the tier.  I thought I hit a good shot, but then my ball disappeared.  I’d gone down to the bottom tier.  Didn’t I say not to do that?  Dammit.

I manage a great two putt of about 40 feet up the tier and leave with another par, at +1.

Hole 6

This is a 180 yard par-3 with wind in our face.  I chunked a 6-iron and went OVER the damn green?  My six is my 180-190 club and it just went 200+ into the wind? WTF?

At green level I realized the wind is going the other direction.

I now have about a 60 foot chip from the back fringe.  I chip it about 50 feet.  My friend Al is now in the gallery up on the hillside.  Well, actually he was the only person in the gallery.  Good times for me because Al saw me make a great 10 foot par saving putt.

Hole 7

Short par-4 and I hit a light driver down the fairway.  I hit a gap wedge on a good line but it gets a horrific kick left.   It landed right of the green but rolled all the way across the green and learly OB to the road next to the hole.  Bad break to say the least.  I then hit a terrible chip and just gag the ball onto the green.  Al saw that too.  Fortunately my putter saved the day again and I drained about a 15 foot par save.  At this point all putts feel like they’re going to drop.

Hole 8

Short par-4 with an elevated green which is a bugger to hit.  I push my drive right.  My driver is normally very accurate, but I’m so nervous that my driver swing is very shaky.  From 140 out I hit a 9-iron from the rough and absolutely nail it.  In fact, I hit it too well.  My ball ends up on the back of the green with a front pin and a big tier between.  This is a guaranteed three-putt and I do just that.  A shot which I hit too well costs me one stroke.

Hole 9

Nine is one of the toughest par-3’s in the state. It is only 195 yards, but the tier in this one is so severe it is bogey or worse if you miss the green or hit the wrong tier.  It is brutal.  This hole I shot a triple bogey and double bogey in the two days of this tournament last year.  This hole by itself knocked me out of prize money.

This time I tried to play it smart.  The yardage was a 5-iron, but I pulled a 6.  I figured even short of the green is better than putting down the tier from the top to the bottom pin placement.  My 6 faded though and I ended up in six inch deep rough.  I hacked it up the tier past the pin and it rolled back down to about eight feet right of the pin.  It almost rolled off the right side.

I have a hard breaking right to left putt over a saddle.  DRAINO.  Par.  My putter is absofreakinlutely on fire.  I just bettered this hole by three shots over last year.  The other guys in my group missed the green and like I said, all made bogey.

The Turn

I turned in +2, not too bad.  I turned at even last year after a TRIPLE on #9.  Yes I was -3 after eight holes then.  But I’m feeling good about much of my game, especially putting.

Hole 10

From the left rough I hack a 6-iron to about 10 yards short of this uphill par-4.  This is one of the most severely sloped greens on the course and being below the pin is everyting, even if that means missing the green and chipping.  That’s just what I did.  I hit a great chip, best of the day.  The gallery, Al, watched my chip roll up to about two inches from the cup.  No-brainer par.  Whew.

Hole 11

This is the easiest hole on the course.  A very short par-4.  I usually tee off with a 5-iron.  I horribly miss my shot and go in the right rough.  The pattern today is that I just couldn’t hit decent shots from the tee.

I have no shot at the green now from 158.  I tried to carve a 7-iron left-to-right but miss the green left.  I putt from the 1st cut but don’t get it far enough.  Two putts for bogey.  I just bogeyed the easiest hole one the course.  No panic though.

Hole 12

12 is a par-5.  For this tournament only, they extend the tee boxes another 40-50 yards and make the hole much tougher.  I finally hit a fairway with a solid drive, leaving me 230 out.

I’m analyzing my clubs and all I can conclude is that my 4-iron is the only club close to that yardage.  My hybrid would go too long and I’m not carrying a 5-wood or a 3-iron.  I visualized what I wanted to happen.  I wanted to aim at the left side of the green and cut it back to the middle.

I proceed to hit a perfect 4-iron and cut it back from the left side of the green to the center, just like I envisioned.  This doesn’t suck at all.  I took the right green side bunker out of play by doing so too.  My 4-iron not only reaches the green, but it is long right!  235 yard 4-iron!  I ate my wheaties this morning I guess.  I nearly make the eagle putt but settle for a five inch birdie putt.  I’ve now got two 2-putt birdies on the card.

Hole 13

13 is a bugger.  Very long par-4 and there’s this damn tree in the fairway that I love to go behind.  I did it again today, but this time with a heavy headwind.  The winds are picking up now to a 2-3 club level.  This is unusual for this course.

I tried to carve my hybrid and that was a bad choice.  I wouldn’t try that again.  I hit that damn nemesis tree and went straight down.  Now bogey is looking good because I’m 170 out in deep rough with a head wind.  I pound a 6-iron to the back of the green, lip out my par and make a “solid” bogey if there is such a thing.

Hole 14

I’m leaking oil in my swings and my confidence.  On 14 I do something which I haven’t done in so long I can’t even remember when I did it last.  I drop-kicked a drive.  Holy ship sinking batman.  My drop kick puts me at 220 out in deep rough on this par-4.  Terrific.

I hit a shot which could rival that 235 yard 4-iron.  This time it is my 5-iron.  I haven’t hit solid long irons since last year and surprisingly I did today.  Welcome to the ever confusing and unpredictable game of golf.  I actually REACH the green and make par.  That hole had double bogey written all over it.

Hole 15

Very heavy winds now and there’s lighting in the distance.  This is a 245 yard par-3.  Normally this hole is 230, but for this special event the squeeze a few more yards out of it.  The damn hole isn’t hard enough?

I hit my hybrid over the green.  From there I putt off the fringe leaving a testy 8-footer for par, which of course I drain.  Putting… if this tournament were putting only, I’d win the damn thing going away.

Hole 16

This is a par-5 which has not much trouble.  It isn’t an easy green to reach in two when you have what is now a 3-4 club headwind and getting worse by the minute.

I hit a solid drive and a solid hybrid to 70 yards.  I go full out on my lob wedge, a swing which would normally go 100 yards.  I end up about 12 feet for birdie.

The birdie putt looks so good I almost started doing the Tiger walk.  But with the severe speed of these greens it grazed the lip and shot by about 5-6 feet.  I jumped in the air but my body English didn’t help.  I wanted that birdie bad.  One of the players in my group, Dave, said “nice jump.”  My putt which looked like a birdie is now a par putt in “throwup range.”  No problem.  I drain it.

Hole 17

17 is a very short par-3.  Probalby about 150 yards.  Though it is downhill, the hill never seems to have a bearing on the distance the ball travels, which is odd.  But that’s a different story today because that mega wind is now a tail wind.  17 is also the most subtle and difficult green to read.

I hit an easy wedge over the green and find my lie to be sitting down in a sort of bird’s nest looking situation.  Though I had a short game lesson last week, there’s no shot for this.  The ball came out way hot and went by the pin about 20 feet.

My 20 foot par putt was in all the way, until it didn’t go in.  It hit the left lip and picked up speed.  They’d put this hole in an absolutely brutal spot.  Once you go past that hole where I did, it is downhill and fast.  I’ve not got a five foot bogey putt.  Not good.  My putt is in all the way, until the worst lipout I’ve ever seen happens.  My ball hits the lip and spins 360 degrees, plus about another 80 degrees and the ball flies out and comes back at me.  The ball was in the hole for at least a second.  The guys in my group all agreed this was the worst horseshoe lipout we’d all ever seen.  Double bogey on a 150 yard hole.

Hole 18

I couldn’t stop shaking my head.  My solid round of 75 just turned into a 77, if I parred 18, which I did.  At least I stayed focused enough to make that par on 18 and not let 17 do more damage than it had already done.

Looking back

I had many nervous tee shots.  The butterflies were gone after the first hole or two, but my normally solid driver was a mystery on every hole.  It was a bit of a nervous gag swing.  I put myself into trouble with my tee shots and recovered well with irons and short game.  But you can’t recover all the time and finally it bit me in the ass on 17.

My putting was SO good.  I was rolling the ball so well.  On the last hole, one of the guys I didn’t know told me, “I love watching your putting stroke.  It is so pure.  If I had that putting stroke with my game I’d be on the PGA Tour.”  Wow, nice words from a scratch player.

I shot the lowest round in my foursome.

Normally I’d be down with a score of 77 (five over par) in this tournament.  But the winds were howling and the greens severe.  I checked the leaderboard when I turned in my score.  The players who teed off before us got the best of the weather conditions.  There were some low 70’s scores and one 71.  NOBODY had shot in the 60’s.  About 2/3 of the field was yet to post, but they were playing in the heavy wind.  If anyone shoots in the 60’s it would be amazing.  One player who could was a few groups behind me.  His name is Tyson.  He plays out of my home course and we play golf together all the time.   He’s 20 and the #1 amateur in the state.

So I’m probalby in the middle of the pack right now.  I can reach my goal of being in the money if I shoot a mid to low 70’s round tomorrow is my guess.  That’s the goal.  I feel in control of my nerves better than I’ve ever been, though they still affect me.  During today’s round I thought of some of the stress and tough times I’ve had over the last year.   I used that to calm my nerves by speaking one word to myself outloud just before hitting the shot, “perspective.”

UPDATE 5.31.09 8:00am: Checked in this morning.  I’m teeing off early in my flight, which isn’t good.  There were two rounds in the 60’s, a 67 and a 69.  I’ll probably have to play a stellar round today to break into the prize money.  That’s the plan.

UPDATE #2 5.31.09 10:00am: My buddy Jim just called to see when I tee off.  I shot better than him by four shots, yet he is teeing off an hour after me.  I suspect they’ve got something messed up because I thought the tee times were based on where you finished the day before.  Earlier start times for worse scores.  It doesn’t matter when I play.  I have to play a great round no matter when I start.


Salt Lake Amateur Preview – Wish Me Luck

Written by: Tony Korologos | Friday, May 29th, 2009
Categories: HackersLife

I’m about to hit the sack and get some rest.  Tomorrow at 1PM I tee of in my yearly appearance at the Salt Lake City Amateur.  This to me is the hands down biggest and most intense tournament of the year.  I’ve been playing in this event for years.  I’ve enjoyed every round, barring some of my performances.

THE tournament

This is the primary yearly tournament which I really want to play well in.  I’m in championship flight.  This puts me, a current 2 handicap, up against college players and young flat bellies who will shoot 66’s.  Unless I break my personal record two days in a row, under pressure, I don’t have a chance at winning.   I don’t expect to win.  I just want to perform my best and maybe, just maybe, finish IN the money for the first time ever.

No sandbaggers

They do this tournament right.  No handicaps.  You play in flights, straight up stroke play for two days, 36 holes.

Home course

This tourney is on one of my three home courses, Bonneville.  Bonneville isn’t the longest course out there but they do lenghthen it and toughen it up.  The greens at “Bonney” are the primary defense for the course.  When they jack them up to an 11-12 on the stimp they are brutal.  There are places you just can’t go.  Downhill putts are dead.  It takes true putting skill to tame these babies.  Even the hot college players can be baffled by the subtleties of these greens, which I know like the back of my hand.

History

This tournament is the longest continually running amateur tournament in the USA.  Yes you heard me.

My history in this tournament is that of ups and downs.  I’ve shot 73 in the first round several times, putting myself right in the mix with the big boys.  One year during high winds I managed a 73 in round one.  The head pro for the course came up to me and put his arm around me and said, “Tony, that was one hell of a round in those conditions.”  How cool to hear that.  It was one of the 3-4 lowest rounds that day.  Unfortunately every year I’ve shot low on day one I’ve knocked myself out of contention and out of my satisfaction with 2nd rounds in the 80’s.

Just last year I shot 73, 81.   I get so nervous that my stomach feels like it is twisting into a knot.  I can’t breathe.  I’m shaking.  I want to perform well so badly, that the desire to do so hurts my performance.

This year I just fought off a complete breakdown of my entire game, including my 2nd ever bout of the shanks just last week.  The first bout started back in 2004 during this tournament, where I scored some sort of double digit number on a par-3.

I feel a bit different this year going into it.  I’ve gone through so much crap in my personal life that playing in a damn golf tournament seems like nothing.  I think I have some perspective this time around and I’m looking forward to teeing it up in a more relaxed fashion, with more perspective.  I’ll make some bogeys and maybe even a double or two.  I’ll try not to get too bent out of shape because on this course I CAN make birdies and lots of them.

I’m also looking forward to playing golf with a long time golf pal Jim, who just suffered the loss of twins with his wife after complications with her pregnancy.

I’ve played a ton of golf lately, and I feel pretty good about my swing.  I have some new short game techniques and some areas which still suck.   I feel REALLY good about my putting, which is crucial in this event.

Wish me luck.  Round one starts in 13.5 hours.


I officially give Sergio a pass, an apology and extend my best wishes. I feel your pain man. Let me buy you a beer.

Written by: Tony Korologos | Thursday, May 28th, 2009
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Anyone who has read my blog with any regularity knows I’ve been, shall we say, “critical” of Sergio Garcia.  The spit incident tarnished my respect for him long ago.  Recently Sergio’s play hasn’t been great and the old me was there to ride that horse, predicting a poor performance in the Masters and making fun of the promotion awarding free TaylorMade drivers to players who bought them before the Masters if Garcia won…

Now we know why Sergio’s play has been so rocky, he’s done with Greg Norman’s daughter Morgan Leigh

Back during the Masters I commented that Sergio had a look in his eye which didn’t look right.  It didn’t look good at all.  I wasn’t sure if he was ill, being audited by the IRS or what.  He looked beaten down.  He looked like he was in a daze.

As it turns out his relationship with Greg Norman’s daughter Morgan Leigh is over.  Some articles are saying he was “dumped” which is not terribly nice.

I feel your pain Sergio.  Can I buy you a beer?

Well guess what?  My game has SUCKED this season so far.  My handicap has TRIPLED and it is still getting worse.  I’ve thought about hanging it up a few times.  I’m so fragile emotionally on the course I want to cry with joy when I make a birdie and throw a temper tantrum like a big baby when I make a bogey.  I’m an emotional wreck now and my concentration level is horrid.

I’m in a similar boat to my now friend in misery Mr. Garcia.  I too broke off a relationship months ago.  It has been very tough.  Food hasn’t been terribly appealing and I have moments where I just stare off into space.  Several times a week I just want to go to sleep in the middle of the day, though I got plenty of sleep the night before.  In my morning shower I have these moments where I just fade off into some other universe.  I’m not exactly sure how long I stare at the wall of the shower some mornings.   I’ve lost 22 pounds in two months. It has been tough to gag food down and sometimes I’ll realize I haven’t eaten a meal in 24 hours or more, just a couple of olives.

Getting better slowly

I’m slowly adjusting to having that big hole in my personal life without a special lady who I thought was the perverbial “one.”  If Sergio felt the same way as I did, you can be sure his game won’t be back any time soon.  I’m about four months in and just barely coming out of my shell.  I still have moments where I zap back to the past and get sad, but I’m trying to move on and move forward.  I’ve now got the feelers out to friends and some dating sites, and maybe I’ll find me a nice lady who golfs.

So Sergio…

So Sergio I humbly apologize for all the crap I’ve given you here on my little golf blog.  I feel your pain man.  It will get better, but not as quick as you may hope.  That pain will never really go away.  You’ll just figure out how to process it.  Call it a character builder like those four foot putts.

You’ll always have those painful memories tucked away in the back of your golf bag, but you’ll find happiness in the future.  At least thats my plan.


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