Here we go folks

The clubs are loaded, the carts are set, another morning dew,

Peblo's sighing, Ozzy's grinning, Buckeye sips his brew.

Scotty's pacing, muttering low, "What the hell?" AK's eyes sharp and keen,

Then Sas steps up, with Orange Crush and a humble, knowing gleam. He sees a cartpaths.

He clears his throat, a quiet moment, then the words ring out,

"Okay, folks, here we go. Here we go, folks here we go. I got a good feeling about this shot!"