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Four inexperienced golfers facing a course that was far beyond their experience and capabilities. But it didn’t matter. We were there for the laughs, the drinks, the food and the prizes. The golf thing was kind of secondary.
We teed off at the sixth hole and to be honest, nothing looked promising. It was a good thing we were playing “best ball” (I think it's also called Texas Scramble??) and that we had golf carts because it appeared that the two hours they allotted us to play the nine holes would’ve turned into five. We were certain of it.
But we got better. We were making contact with the ball and it was moving down the fairway in the right direction (forward!!). We lost a couple of balls in the trees, but that was okay. We had about 100 between us. We did risk running out of tees however, but I understand that you don’t necessarily need to use a tee. You do need to use a ball though, so we were good, we had it covered.
The weather report had said sunny and hot. But as we hit the 7th hole, the sky was telling us different.
We kept saying “maybe the storm is heading away from us” and were hoping that the clouds would get the hell outta Dodge and head in the other direction, away from the course.
We (and by “we” I mean all of us) bogie’d the 8th hole and teed up at the 9th. A par four, we figured we were out of luck, and what little skill we had left, and thought for sure we’d be able to do it in eight.
Who would’ve ever dreamed that one of us would hit a 170 yard drive off the tee.
Yes, One Hundred and Seventy yards!!! From someone who had only picked up the clubs for the first time this year the night before! Yeah…I know, you’re probably thinking “here we go… she thinks this is fishing and is telling us tales” but no, the distance has been verified. Pictures have been analyzed, course map scrutinized. Those who know more than I have indicated the drive was anywhere between 160 and 180, so the difference has been split and we’re going with 170.
It was so very, very sweet.
As we were getting ready to hit to the green (and yes, we would’ve been on the green in two I just know it!!), the horn sounded and we were pulled off the course. The storm was upon us and we were getting wet.
It was very sad. And I’ve spent the last two days obsessing over the fact that I had put a marker down where the ball was and really, really, REALLY wanted to go finish that hole.
So, what was the outcome of our 3 ½ holes of golf? Well, we had a great time. I’m officially addicted. Another has decided that this golf thing is pretty good. One has said “okay, we are doing this again real soon” and a golf date has been set with another. I’ve entered again for a shot at the July date but in the meantime, the planners have been opened and golf dates have been scheduled.
I wonder if the marker is still there and if they’d let me go and finish that hole….??
Ciao!
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