Today marked the final day of my men’s association’s year. At the banquet this evening, I was unanimously voted as club president. There are no term limits for this position so I’ll be “Mr. President” for a fifth consecutive year.
Being club president means a bunch of labor intensive work (score keeping and handicaps, tournaments). It also means listening to many players whine about why they didn’t win last week or why their handicap “went down” (yeah, lame). But it also means I get to continue reaping the benefit of complimentary golf for me and my family. It doesn’t suck to be able to play “free” (relatively) golf and even take my boy out for a few holes before dark. For the number of rounds I play on this course in a year, that would amount to thousands of bucks. Glad to be doing it again this year.
I’ve been the president of my men’s association for four years now. One of the “fun” tournaments I started was the “Hell Day” tournament. This is the last tournament of the year and close to Halloween.
On Hell Day we make the course super hard. We put the tee boxes on dirt roads 50-100 yards behind the tips like on #10, where it is 320 yards to the fairway. We put the pins on the tiers, which resulted in me 11-putting a couple of years ago. We make players hit into bunkers. We put pumpkins on the greens and players have to putt around them.
This year we’re re-routing the course. So hole 12 is played from hole 13 tee. Hole 13 involves a tee shot from 12, to 13 fairway, to 14 green (see picture above)…
I’ll post some photos and more info when the tournament is over.
I’m so happy today. I just putted on perhaps the best greens I’ve EVER putted on at one of my favorite courses, Bonneville. It was such a pleasure to putt on greens so pure and fast. I’m guessing they were a 12 on the stimp meter, with NO bumps. Smooooooth. If you hit a 39 foot putt on line with the right speed, it never varied and went straight in the hole. You had to really place approach shots in the precise location. You had to nut up and hit your chips perfectly or they were gone. As fast as the greens were, they still held shots and properly played chips. Perfect.
Bonneville GC 1st Tee
I had a great time playing with my normal Thursday group, with the addition of my pop. My pop and I took on my other two buddies in a nassau. It all came down to the 18th hole. All the bucks and bragging rights were on the line as we were tied. First, my 71 year old dad blows his drive past my friend John, an ex-marine with hands as strong as a bull. Then I drain a 20 footer for birdie to bury our opponents and send them for their wallets.
The greens at Bonneville were so pure I just can’t get over it. Pure. This traditional, tree lined course is special, as you can see from the picture I shot from the 1st tee. I play well and putt amazingly on this course. Is there some kind of vibe I get from this course? Perhaps so, since it opened the day I was born.
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.