So not often does a 19 handicapper shoot a birdie. Don't mistake, I am a 19 and have had my fair share of them.... and by "fair share" I mean probably 5 or 6 in the last six years. I played last weekend at Birdwood in Charlottesville, VA, along with TScott White, Jeff Hall and the illustrious Steven Evan Block. I did not shoot a birdie. Let me see if I can set the schene...
4th hole, downhill-downwind par-3, 151 yards with the pin up front. First up is Jeff Hall. Now, I couldn't put back spin on a golf ball if my life depended on it, this guy does on command! He'd have preferred a little less this day... in the drink. Next swung TScott White. A little directional retardation for a 7 handicapper left him wet as well. Steve had a nice swing, but aparently he isn't as long (with this golf clubs) as the rest of us. A few bounces on the bank and we're 3 for 3.
Up steps the high handicapper in the 4some to tee up his Nike "Mojo" recycled ball he bought, along with 11 others, for 14 bucks in the clubhouse before the round. A smooth 9-iron solicited a precurser from Jeff: "That's tracking". And it was. Two and a half feet left of the cup and a zip right made my Mojo disappear! What followed remains between the four of us (and some random dude who was hanging out in the woods by the cart path... weird). It was, I'll say, a most joyous occasion.
Later that night, we celebrated on my dime! Bane apparently had some other friends with aces that day...
...and poor Steven spent the rest of the weekend trying to figure out "how did he do that?"
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