Contributor: John Laneri
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My nemesis had always been the sixth hole at Hickory Hollow. It’s a dogleg left bordered by trees on the right – a setup that does not play well to a slice.
Naturally, I put my drive into the woods, watching it fly the canopy and disappear from view. All told, I took nine strokes to complete the easiest par four on the course.
But then, as I was reaching to take my ball out of the cup, I noticed a smoky haze begin to rise around my hand. Stepping back, I watched it slide up my arm and swirl around my head. I started to scream, but then, it coalesced into a man about the size of an elf wearing an old-fashioned green golf hat.
“Don’t be alarmed,” he said bowing. “I’m Wilson, the Genie of the golf course.”
“Yeah, right,” I replied, as I turned to leave.
Hurrying beside me, he continued, “I’m here to grant...
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John Laneri
