Two years ago on the 14th hole of Arnold Palmer a gator approached me. My first reaction was to run like a little girl, but my he-man instincts took over and I challenged him to a boxing match. He stood on his rear legs and we went toe to toe, man to gator and fought it out . His short arms proved to be a great disadvantage to him and I peppered him with numerous jabs to his snout before landing a haymaker to his gigantic jaw, an easy target. He went reeling backward. I finished him with a nine iron to the skull. He ran away sniveling like the cowardly creature he was. My advice to anyone who encounters a gator is to fight on your own terms. They’re terrible boxers.
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"What, me worry?"--Alfred E. Neuman
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