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I teed up the black gutty. It looked like a clot of night. My first swing was a prayer. The ball vanished.

Chip was to play the tee shot. He stood over the ball, swaying. The bell on the far green gave a single, lonely ding . hurleypurley foursome ts07-54 Min

My partner, a manic American hedge funder named Chip, had lost a bet. His punishment: to play TS07-54 MIN with me, a washed-up club pro with a bad knee and a worse temper. The rules were simple, scrawled on a piece of tanned leather nailed to the back of the locker room door. I teed up the black gutty

We stood on the tenth tee, a windswept hummock overlooking a chasm called “Hell’s Kettle.” The last smear of orange bled out of the sky. Then the 54th minute hit. The ball vanished

“The ball,” I hissed. “Where’s the ball?”