Monkey Number 1 Says

OK, alright, it was bound to hapen. Coming off a highly rough round in which I carried my partners (who knew I was the long iron guy?) I went for a fun round at home with the lads. Home at Rivershore, playing the tips, all was going well til the fourth. I'd been cranking it off the tee, hitting all irons solid. Then came #4. I've always moved the ball left to right. Stood up today and smashed at it; move it right to left. Into a window. I knew, as soon as I hit it, that this was bad. Let me tell you that nothing is worse than standing on a tee box, grimacing, hearing the glass destruction and knowing you have to drop 3. Anyow, act like a man, let my partners hit and strut towards the house. By now, neighbors are all at their windows watching, seeing if I'll own up. Up I stomped, unafraid. Worst shot of my life, and it blew out some glass. I walked right up the back deck and knocked on her patio door as I watched a woman cooking her dinner. Appologized and described the caranage. Turns out she hadn't even heard the god awful smacking and was quite shocked to hear of the carnage I'd inflicted on her home. Turns out the ball hit the window of her sewing room and had she been there at work, oh my, look our...heart attack central. I asked for a box and volunteered to pick up the glass as we were lucky enough to have only broken one pane. The second was cracked as well, but alas. She went on to tell me that, as I gave her my phone numbers, I probably wouldn't be hearing from her as they have a $35 per year policy that covers them from broken glass due to golf balls with no deductible. Just show's that honesty is the best virtue. Feeling very true to the game, I walked back to the point of entry and hit three wood into the tree in my way, then a one iron into said tree. Finally crushed a six iron into wedge distance, which was follow with a one putt. Oddest 8 (snow man) I ever took. By the way, Bob fell out of the cart laughing. Bugger. Had a 44 on the back though. What an afternoon.