Congratulations for my pal GolfBlogger! He recorded an ACE!
On the first hole yesterday I saw a ball in front of my buddy while he was hitting his 3rd shot (par 5). A few holes later apparently a ball nearly hit my buddy while he was walking off the green. It seems the two old ladies in the group behind us were not only pushing us, with nowhere to go, but were hitting into us.
The old ladies, and I mean around 70ish, caught us on #6 tee. My pal turned to them and in a very stern voice said “Hey you. Stop hitting into us. You nearly hit me twice. We’re playing as fast as we can and waiting for the group in front of us on every shot. If you hit one more ball at me I’m hitting it back at you.”
He was right. They were rude and should have waited. Even old ladies need a tounge lashing sometimes.
I had a glorious round with my dad this past Sunday morning, only the 2nd time in three weeks I’ve hit a golf ball. We teed off first of the day at just before 7:30am. At his beautiful club Hidden Valley, the mountains shield the direct sun for a while. We played about five holes before the sun broke over the mountains.
On #5 green I took a couple of pictures because the lighting was so cool. Little did I know that mother nature was showing me the target with a sun ray which shot right into the cup!
I managed an easy 73 on that great morning.
In my previous post I wondered if the Sweet & Saucy fudge would help my golf game. After a three week period in which I didn’t touch a club (yes hell froze over), I shot a 74 on a very tough course.
In my round with my dad yesterday I came to the par-3 13th hole at +2. My ball striking, especially my irons, had been pretty good. I guess practicing a bunch of 5-irons on the range helped that day.
On the tee of this 155 yard hole I announced “I haven’t had a hole in one in 7 years.” I nailed an 8-iron and it never left the flagstick. From the tee it looked like it hit the stick.
When we got to the green my ball was about five feet behind the hole. My ball mark was TWO inches right of the cup. If I would have aimed two inches farther left I would have flown the thing right in.
I made the putt for birdie enroute to a 74.
UPDATE: 24 hours later. I guess I can’t quite back it up all the time. I just flamed out in my club championship. Maybe next year.