Hole
1. As you know the wind here can play havoc on your drive. Had a
cross wind of 17 MPH. I carefully setup my drive and the let it go.
Nuts!!! I must have moved the mouse wheel and it went to my 60 wedge.
Made it to the sand right in front of me. After a three shot to the
green I 2 putted for a bogey on a easy par 4.
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2. I drive it to the right past the fairway to 30/40 rough. No
worries, I can setup for an easy approach shot to the green. I just
cant go into the brush on the right and lose my ball. I play it safe
and hit to the second patch of fairway......and the ball rolls into
the gully. Finally make it to the green and get another bogey.
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3. Why not restart the round my thoughts say. Because I will lose
the CC pass. Never use a pass on your first game after eating burnt
toast and drinking weak coffee. So I regroup telling myself...Be
the ball... Be the ball. It must of worked, I got a birdy on the
hole.
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4. Me and this hole don't have good karma at all. Perfect drive.
And I hit a beauty of an approach shot to the green, only nine feet
from the cup. I am the ball. I line my putt up, reverse view
forward view, count the speed of the dots. Super, I am thinking
another birdy. Totally focused on the putt, and whamo the dog barks
wanting to go out. Well I push the putt and it goes past the cup 5
feet.
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5. When I started the round, it was so peaceful. The sun was just
coming up, the birds were singing, I had the day off work. It was
going to be a great day of golf here at WGT. But not for me. Oh I
pared this hole.
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6. Be the ball, be the ball. My drive here was lovely, 306. My
approach shot hits the green and just rolls on the fringe about 10
feet from the hole. I line my putt up, and keep the dog outside. I
hit it with a perfect ding. Oh my, it rolls 30 feet past the hole.
You guessed it, I did not check what meter it gave me. That does it
I fire my caddy.
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7. I may get a bird on this par 5 I think to myself as I watch
Micheal Stahan do a piece on GMA. The hole goes as smooth as a hot
knife through butter. A bird.
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8. The dog wants back in. Being a softy I let him in. This is a par
3. So I want to just get a par and finish this round. Wow,
everything went perfect and I got a birdy. Maybe my luck is
changing.
Last
Hole, YAHOO. I line my drive up and boom 310. Then I go to setup my
approach shot and all heck breaks lose. The cat is hissing as the
dog chases it around the house. No, the cat knocks down my router
and I get disconnected. Game is gone along with my pass and any self
respect I have. Because I am cussing a blue streak throwing shoes
across the room at the dog and cat. The wife looks around the corner and says "Are you having a stroke?" Hopefully my next round will be
much better.
Garypinhunter