It's tough to blog from behind a stove. That was my excuse yesterday. Monday, my computer had issues with the web...sorry!
Last weekend, we hosted a wedding. And Reception! Receptions are much better than weddings. This is where one can gorge themselves on tiny bits of food, rather than large restaurant style meals and home cooking. The tiny bits of food can be stacked and ordered into a belly much easier, and sometimes at a faster rate. And who dislikes punch? Nobody.
Lee and I played in the Tyrrell County Chamber of Commerce Golf tournament on Friday. I have decided to quit the game for good. But not for the many reasons that many people quit such as injuries and ineptitude. I am healthy and possess enough skill to be a viable partner on any golf course. As my luck would have it, I played pretty good golf. Nice long drives, well-shaped approaches, tack-driving wedges, and better then (my) average putting, Lee still found away to better me. Lee is like the Les Miles of the Golf World. He either knows something we all don't, or is just plain lucky...but certainly not good - and he'll admit it. His swing isn't bad, but his aim at both the ball and with the ball leave something to be desired. On numerous occasions Iwatched my fearless leader clean the dirt clods form his club heads, traipse through jungles, and whiff - if not double whiff - on recurring golf shots. And while starting golf late in life is tough, playing with Lee is even tougher, at least from a competitive standpoint. Conversely, there is no one (other than Johnny Spencer) who can keep you more "loose" on the links. It's always fun to watch him play - he can luck up and make incredible golf shots (as is the case with this blog entry), but he also never gets mad at golf. I stay mad at golf. I know how to make shots, but the 90% of the game that is played between the ears impedes my abilities to often.
Lee's commentary after hitting what I call "German Shots" can be hysterical. His reactions, such as peering into the distance, well beyond his 30 foot tee shot, is down right comical. These poor shots are not fromlack of skill, only practice. And he'll get there - he let some fly, too. But hearing about his failures is much better, right?
However, this tournament also had other games such as "Closest to the Pin" and "Longest Drive". The "Longest Drive" game is played, generally on the longest hole of the course. the person who hits the longest drive, places a sign there to signify the accomplishment. The winner gets a nice prize. The "Closest to the Pin" game is played on par 3's and requires that the winner's shot be closest to the pin while still being on the putting surface...
Now that the semantics are out of the way, here we go. The 7th Hole at the Edenton Chowan Country Club is a 150 par 3 - the site of "Closest to the Pin" fot his year's tournament. I played a nice 8 iron, but put too much "Anglish" on it only to have a nice shot roll back of the front of the green. The rest of the group played their tee shots and then it happened. Lee, addressed the ball (which is comical in itself) and wielding a DRIVER, laces a golfball as straight as an interstate. The 150 yards were covered in short order and the ball came to a stop a 152 yards, not an inch or degree of the straight line between he and the flagstick. Lo and behold, as we approach the green, the "Closest to the Pin" stake was almost identical in accuracy to Lee's. After measuring, it was determined that Lee was in fact the closest to the pin out of the 100 or so people that played the hole prior to us...and with only one team left to play the hole, it looked as if Lee would wear the crown.
At the cookout following the tournament, it was discovered that no one played a shot closer than Lee. A look at the records of all golf might also state that no person has ever one "closest to the pin" while utiliaing a driver. But he's that lucky. I have never had a hole-in-one. I have only holed out one shot from outside of a hundred yards. I have lots of flagsticks from between 50-75 yards, but the Closeset to the Pin when it counts avoids and evades me.
Enjoy the day...
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