Above: The final putt is made in the annual golf trip. 

The final day on the trip to the Robert Trent Jones Golf Trail was (a) relatively uneventful — which is just how we wanted it — and (b) not even on the Robert Trent Jones Golf Trail.

Instead, it was spent in Mississippi, but if you can ignore that geography shank, then so can we.

The day started in Muscle Shoals, Ala., and rest assured that the Autobahn doesn’t run from there to Philadelphia, Miss. If you ever want to know what rural Alabama/Mississippi looks like, let me know. I’m up to date on cornfields, peanut farms and soybeans. I can tell you there is no shortage of rural Baptist churches as well. And I can tell you that we’d still be driving in circles if it weren’t for Google Navigation (only one missed turn).

I love Philadelphia, Miss., for two reasons and one of them is Dancing Rabbit golf course. (The other reason will be detailed later on Designated Writers.) Dancing Rabbit is built on the ancient Choctaw tribal lands, which might explain the cute name. There are 36 holes, but we only had time for 18 of them. We basically had the place to our lonesome, finished 18 and headed back home.

If you are ever in Philadelphia, Miss., and like to play golf, you should play it. If you like roulette wheels and dice tables, there’s a place for you to play next door as well.

It was another great trip for the four of us. Laughable moments happened throughout all three days, including the second-to-last shot of the trip when my partner hit Earth with his putter instead of his Titleist. That was a laugh costing me $2. Well worth it.

This is the sixth year to make the RTJ trip and it never fails. Blisters, sore feet and shanked shots are all part of the deal. But so are great and lasting memories, and that’s what it is all about.

‘Til next year!