Oooh, welching on a bet is sacrilege back from my hometown. I got housed a couple of months ago playing 6-6-6 and I had the lowest net score. Still paid up.
'Hey Moose, Rocco...help the judge find his wallet.'
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He couldn't find his wallet, but at least I got the pro to sign the scorecard (32 for nine). It's one of my best keepsakes. He and his sidekick were double teaming me and Barney Fife didn't pay either. Retributive justice occurred at a seminar when the sidekick laid the sod over a drive in front of a crowd of pros. He may have hit 12 inches behind the ball. I think he was using the "D" plane. That was worth the price of admission.
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