But he was far from done. In fact, he was just getting started.
“It took place at Trump International Golf Club in West Palm Beach, Florida, on the 7th hole, which was playing 181-yards into a slight wind,” he added. “I hit a 5-iron, which sailed magnificently into a rather strong wind, with approximately 5 feet of cut, whereupon it bounced twice and then went clank, into the hole.”
Really feels like you were there right? As though you can feel the “rather strong wind” and hear the “clank” of the ball going into the hole.
But Trump wasn’t done. Not by a long shot!
After noting that he had been playing with several professional golfers — including Ernie Els (“winner of four Majors and approximately 72 other tournaments throughout the world”) — Trump said this about his shot: “These great tour players noticed it before I did because their eyes are slightly better, but on that one hole only, their swings weren’t.”
And yet, he *still* wasn’t done.
“The match was Ernie and me (with no strokes) against Gene [Sauers], Mike [Goodes], and Ken [Duke],” Trump continued. “I won’t tell you who won because I am a very modest individual, and you will then say I was bragging—and I don’t like people who brag!”
Humble, thy name is Donald Trump! I guess we’ll never know who won that match!
Take a step back. Trump is, by all accounts, a good golfer. I’ve talked to a number of people for a book I am writing on presidents and sports — all of whom confirm that the former President likely has a single-digit handicap.
“I play to people’s fantasies,” Trump wrote. “People may not always think big themselves, but they can still get very excited by those who do. That’s why a little hyperbole never hurts. People want to believe that something is the biggest and the greatest and the most spectacular. I call it truthful hyperbole. It’s an innocent form of exaggeration—and a very effective form of promotion.”
Yes, yes it is.