There’s a special foursome which used to play ALL the time. I’m talking a minimum of 2x per week and more on holiday weeks. That foursome’s highest handicap is a 4. We have millions of bets and tons of fun pitting our different strengths against each other. Two of the guys are not long hitters but have the most deadly short games ever. One guy is a bomber who can reach par-5’s in two almost all the time, but his putting can be hot and cold. The other guy is me. Not long enough to be considered a bomber (10-20 yards behind the bomber guy), but longer than the short knockers by 15-25 yards. My putting is my most deadly weapon.
This foursome has not played as a group since 2008. We’ve all played with one or two of the other guys this season, but this group is finally back together tomorrow.
The high will be 48 (just checked again and now they’re saying 50), which is good considering that there’s been snow on the ground and the highs have been in the in the mid 30’s the last week or so. In checking, the temp will be 39 when we tee off. No blading 3-irons!
You can tell how excited I am by how much I prepared tonight
Thanksgiving dinner is over and the calories are not keeping me from the getting ready for tomorrow’s round:
- First I had to find my replacement head for my Frogger Brush Pro club cleaner. New bristles in the brush enabled me to finely do the next item on this list.
- Cleaned the clubs. Not just wiped them, but scrubbed and dug out all the grooves. They’re shiny and spotless. They look beautiful. The grooves are ready to impart the exact spin I want them to tomorrow.
- Marked plenty of balls. Placed 12 skulls via my GolfDotz on a dozen balls. I did 3 ZStar-X’s and 9 of the new Bridgestone e6 “Straight” (not out yet to my knowledge). I’ll probably only use one ball tomorrow. Maybe two.
- Stocked my MySack golf accessory bag with plenty of tees, divot tools, TGS ball markers.
- Cleaned my FootJoy DryJoys Tech golf shoes.
- Swapped out my old worn out spikes for new “adjustable” Softspikes (review coming soon, after I test them out). I had to use needle nosed pliers to get the old spikes out. It nearly took me 20 minutes to get the old ones out and I damn near broke my wrist. Now the shoes are fully rocking with new spikes. They’re ready to give me stability in my swing.
- Put a new “Golf Talk Radio with Mike & Billy” towel on my bag.
- Got the propane heater out of storage and ready to keep my hands warm tomorrow.
I’m ready. Let the games begin!
To all my golf friends in the USA I wish you a Happy Thanksgiving. To my golf friends outside of the USA, cheers.
This is pretty cool. A meteor lit up the sky here yesterday and likely landed in the Utah west desert. No word yet if anyone has be abducted by aliens yet…
I have a pal who I listen to and value his advice greatly. He’s my best friend. If he told me to jump off a cliff, I’d ask which one. If he told me to switch from ProV1’s to Top Flites I’d ask if he wanted me to play the XL’s or the Gamers. Once he told me to start a blog back in 2004. 2500+ posts and tens of thousands of man hours later, here my blog sits. I guess I do have him to thank for a tripping over golf gadgets every morning when I walk through my kitchen to make a cup o’ joe.
TWIT or Twitter?
I’m not a Twitter fan. I think Twitter is gay heterosexually challenged. I don’t think it is a coincidence that the first four letters of “Twitter” are “TWIT.” Those little birds and the little frilly, girly designs make me want to throw up in my mouth. To me Twitter seems like the Britney Spears of the web, hot one day and old trash the next. It really seems like 97% of the people on there are just trying to generate traffic to their own web sites. It all seems like a collection of 140 character spams. If it isn’t spam, it is what somebody ate for lunch, or the fact that some lady’s kids farts smell like roast beef. If I had severe ADD I’d probably love it.
That being said I’ll give it a shot
My pal is smart (I trained him well) so I’m taking his suggestions and implementing them. I’ll probably have a couple of Twitter accounts, one for my golf web sites and one for personal so I can filter what I want.
For now I’ve got my recent “Tweets” (oh God I just threw up in my mouth) in the right column… Testing 1 2 3 4…
Today was perhaps the last “good” weather day here in Salt Lake. I got together with my regular Thursday buddies (yes it is Wednesday for those counting) Marius (sumi-g) and Arnie my long time golf buddy. We were joined by “Shanego” who is an old pal I’ve reunited with. Shane’s handicap is higher than the rest of us and I worry about him getting crushed and losing a bunch of money. That didn’t happen today.
The weather was warm as was my ball striking. I had a few wild shots, and the dry conditions meant lots of roll on the hard ground. Balls were going 20-30 yards long for me. I had a 200 yard 7-iron and I’m not Tiger Woods.
The intensity was high today. All four of us were playing fairly well, though my usually trusty putter wasn’t “on” as normal. I missed 3-4 putts which would almost be guarantees for me. That got to me, but I worked through it.
Marius started out the back mega hot with three birdies in a row. On #10 he topped my 1-footer for birdie on a hole which is almost never birdied.
On the 13th hole, Shane and I brought out the big guns. We brought out the secret weapons: Cigars.
The intensity was peaking the last few holes as Arnie and Marius had to start pressing me and my partner Shane. Shane and I “ham & egged” it perfectly. When one of us would falter the other would at least tie or even win the hole. Though my putter was not firing on all cylinders I made a clutch par putt on #16 from about 10 feet. On #17 when there are presses all over the place and a chance to put Arnie and Marius away, Shane makes birdie! Game, set, match. Forget my “1 out of 10” chip which ended up two inches from the hole, Shane’s birdie was awesome. The assistant pro even happened to be there to watch me running around and high-fiving Shane. He absolutely knew what that putt meant and had a great look on his face.
In the end Shane didn’t lose money. He won money and so did I. I won’t be retiring any time soon, but it was great to hear Marius squeal about losing $4 to me when he had the chance to bury me with all those birdies.
Great friends, cigars, great golf, intensity, birdies flying, competition, dollars flying…. THAT is what it is all about.