Had a gross golf match yesterday at one of my home clubs, Bonneville. It was a 2nd round match for me, having defeated my first opponent 7 and 6.
I did not know my opponent until I met him on the tee yesterday. What I did know was that he was the #1 seed and his “league” handicap was a +2.9. As it turned out, he is a player on the University of Utah Men’s Golf Team, and a +4 handicap in the state. For me (a current 3 handicap) to beat a +3 or +4 would be a very tall ask.
My opponent was long of course, aren’t all young flat bellies these days? On the first hole he had a lob wedge into the green. That hole is an uphill par-5. He reached all the par-5’s in two, the longest club he needed on any of them was a 9-iron. On a 470 yard par-4, he hit an iron off the tee. My driver was about 3 yards longer than his 3-iron.
I did not play terrible by any means, but not my A game. I shot four over par for the round and my opponent shot one under par. I was dispatched from the match play tournament on the 13th green, the same place I dispatched my first round opponent.
It is hard to be disappointed with this loss because I was simply out of my league, like bringing a squirt gun to a tank battle. I did manage to win one hole, the 12th. Moral victory.
Net Match Today
I don’t much have time to lick my wounds. I’m entered in the “net” match play at the same club and I play my 2nd round opponent today at 3:30. My odds today are much more reasonable. I’d call it bringing a squirt gun to a squirt gun fight.