So I get to the office yesterday morning and the internet is out. Annoyingly, we're pretty dead in the water without internet. So I caught the 2:15 train out of the city and back to southern New Hampshire. It's 330 pm on a 50F and semi-misting day, so I figure there will be no one at the course and I'll get in my first 18 of the year.
I show up and the parking lot is jammed. Turns out leagues have started. Luckily, there are two 18s and one of the 9s was open. I was by myself with no one in front of me or behind me by at least 3 holes. I played 3 or 4 balls on each hole. So 9 turned into 27-36. Played those 9 in 2 hours and got home in time for the wife. Was a good late afternoon.