The weekend was magnificent. We had beautiful fall-like weather with very-low humidity, a few fluffy clouds in the sky, a light breeze, and temperature around 75 degrees. Perfect golf weather! Someone and I went to our usual golf course, Sandy Creek. The course is nothing to rave about, but it’s convenient (20 minutes from home). There are not many decent golf courses nearby. My favorites are at least an hour drive.
It was a fun round of golf for me Saturday, fun because I was playing well for me in comparison to how I’ve been playing all summer. I had 4 birdies in one round of golf which is very rare, and two of them were back-to-back. Sheer luck! Maybe 90% luck and 10% skill.
The #5 hole is a short par 4. The tee is on top of a tall hill; the fairway is very narrow with big maple trees all along the left side. The right side is a steep hill that is partly very rough tall grass at the lower section along the cart path, and woods on the upper section. If a right-hander hits a slice or push, chances are good that the ball will hit a tree, bounce out and get swallowed up in the tall grass on the slope. The green is guarded in the front by three mounds of tall grass. It’s a tricky hole. So anyway, Saturday, I hit my drive really sweet. The ball sailed out over the middle and faded right which was a blessing, otherwise it would have buried in a mound for sure. Because of the fade, the ball landed squarely onto the concrete cart path. It took one big bounce and landed on the green rolling up 15 feet from the pin. WooHoo!! My putt for eagle was short, but I tapped in for birdie. That was fun!
|From the front of the tee box, Sandy Creek #5, photo taken 09/2012|
The #6 hole is a very short (about 115 yards) par 3. It’s another narrow fairway with big pine trees on the left and out-of-bounds on the right. The tee is elevated. The green is also elevated and unwatered, so it’s hard as brick…meaning it rarely holds (which means if you land the ball on it, chances are good it will roll off). My tee shot hit on the front fringe and rolled all the way across to the back fringe. The pin was on the front, so it was a long putt…maybe 35 feet, with a slope to make it even more tricky. The green condition was very poor; not much grass, lots of ball marks and twigs laying around everywhere. In those kind of conditions, there’s little hope of making a long putt. My hope was to finish the ball somewhere within a 5-foot circle around the hole. I lined up, gave the ball a good rap, and watched it bounce and roll down the hill, all the way, and drop into the cup. Someone looked at me and said, “You asshole.” I’m a tough act to follow…sometimes.
Someone and I can have fun together playing golf. I suppose it’s a good thing that married people have something they can do together for fun. Honestly, I’d rather play golf with women; it’s more fun. To a pack of women, golf (at the amateur level anyway) is a social game. To men, no matter how bad they are, golf is a competition or even a test of manhood sometimes. Someone and I can play, but as soon as another man joins us, the game changes. I have never seen a woman intentionally break or throw a club, but men do it all the time. It’s senseless to get so bent out of shape over a game played for leisure. Anyway, my worst day of golf beats my best day at work.