I was a-feared of what the acorns had grown for us this week. On most courses, I am happily nuts over avoiding bogeys; at mighty Oakmont, it’s the double bogeys.
Mission accomplished. One bogey each 9 (one was due to someone in the peanut gallery sneezing, “Ca-SHEW!” during one of my putts.). No doubles.
I thought I had reached my pecan the F9 when I birdied 3 of the first 4 holes. And, indeed I had......but only for the F9, where I carded a 33.
My caddies from Brazil, Hazel and Wally Nuut, re-fortified me at the nuthouse . . . um. . . CLUBhouse. . . and I started the B9 with 3 birdies. This time, I added to that good start and ended the 9 with a 30.
So, TomC, will you please dance the macadamia with me to celebrate my 63? (Please shave your pistachio off before the photo opp — it hides your engaging quirky grin too much.)
RSVP (DufferJohn is waiting in the wings — hmmmm. . . does that make him a wing nut?)