Playing partners - Dan, Rich, Pete
I returned to the scene of last weeks crime - Eisenhower Red. If your call, I shot 100 and was miserable.
I left my office at noon to play a 12:44 tee time. Working across the street from Eisenhower has its perks.
I had checked in for the round before work, so I met the guys at the range.
I had about 25 balls, and started to loosen up. I hit a few wedges and then started to shank my shots. So bad that Dan, who finished his warmup, said he couldn't watch me anymore - and left.
Welł, the shanks pretty much stayed during the warmup - except for the driver.
So, a bit nervous, I headed to the first tee.
We teed off just before 1pm. It was a humid 85 degrees.
My tee shot was a big looping hook, into the trees. I decided to take a breakfast ball (despite the fact that it was lunchtime) and proceeded to hit a bigger and loopier hook even further.
Oh Lordie - this was going to be a long round.
Well, I chipped out and merely bogied the hole. Normally I'd be upset, but after last week, I was fine with a 6.
The second hole was, again, the par 4. I hit a nice 4 hybrid off the tee, but pushed a choked down wedge/70 yarder and wound up with a 5.
So, I felt a bit better that I was playing bogey golf.
Hole 3 - the par five dogleg right. I hit a whopping drive right to the dogleg. My hybrid faded to the tree line. I looked for the ball quite a bit and finally found it under some trees about 60 yards out. This time my choked down sand wedge was perfect, leaving me 4 feet above the hole.
Of course I missed the birdie putt, and happily settled for a par.
The 4th hole still had a temp green. This still screws with my head, and, took a double bogie.
I'll save you the blow by blow of the round.
But I do need to give some accolades to Dan. During the front 9, Dan was awesome. Not a long hitter, Dan was crushing his drives - and straight. He shot a 42 front, and said "wait till the back 9". It seemed a self fulfilling prophesy, as he shot a 50. Still, a nice round.
I finished with a 94. And that with another horrible 18th hole. This time, my nemesis was the green side bunker. It was basically a patch of solidified mud. After the first shot, I should have just chipped out.
But, I turned into Roy McAvoy from Tin Cup. Determined to get out with a "sand shot", I was out in 4.
Just shoot me.
So what did I learn?
Not much. I played bad for what I consider my "standard" game. Still had problems with the driver, and pushed a few irons.
The analysis of my game, for those that don't play with me is this:
I consider myself a bogey golfer. If I bogey a hole, I'm ok with that.
Here and there, I par a hole (maybe even a birdie), and so my scores get down into the 80's.
I usually NEVER double bogey, and NEVER TRIPLE or worse. So, these past 2 weeks have been a trip back to reality. I still attribute it to not swinging a club for 4 weeks.
Next extended vacation, I'm hitting some balls where ever I go!
My next round is Saturday - weather permitting.
Until then,
Keep it it the Short Hairs
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