The front nine was quite a display of supernaturally and (almost) perfectly consistent golfing gusto:
Par, par, par, par, par, double-bogey (oops), par, par, par = 38.
How did I manage keeping my cool after I choked the sixth hole? Hungry for the easy five foot birdie on the sixth to go one under, I rammed the sucker way past the hole and ended up four putting for a double-bogie. How was this possible?
Though I was boiling up inside and feeling very embarrassed at the same time, I laughed it off and remembered Hogan's insightful adage: "always treat the next hole like it is the first one of the day." This gave me strength and energized me with adrenalin, easily adding fifty yards to my next tee shot.
What a great relief it is for me to discover that I still have those secret powers inside of me.