The next day of my trip home, Stefan and I met up with pops (sorry dad, I wont call you that again) for a nice round of golf. I thought I'd start by showing you where my tee shot landed on this hole (see the ball on the green?) versus where Stefan and dad landed (see the tiny specs of people off in the distance?). Dad and I wound up shooting an 88, Stefan somewhere in the low-mid 90's. Boo ya!