When Gordon arrived a loud cheer echoed from the par-5 eighteenth – an Albatross; while simultaneously a lightning-bolt hit the club flagpole and the flag disappeared in a ball of fire. Play was temporally suspended even though there were no visible clouds in the sky. On the par 3 second, Gordon’s ball went straight into the hole just milliseconds before another lightning-bolt disintegrated the flag. Curiously, still no clouds, so play continued until a voice from above bellowed: “Go home fellows and spend Independence-day with your wives.” The third lightning strike woke Gordon from his dream. On his way to golf he muttered, “Bugger I’m a Scot.”
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