It's been ages since my last post and my last game. Between cool, rainy weather and work hitting the fan, I haven't be out much in the past two weeks. So, why wouldn't I play in a tournament?!
For the last six years or so, I've been either playing in or volunteering with the Couzy Bear Memorial Golf Tournament, hosted by the Sunset Golf Course. Usually this is one of four games of golf I play a year, so in theory I was in for a better tournament... In. Theory.
I had volunteered to be DD on this cool, windy, but sunny day and as usual loaded up on the sunscreen, but forgot my kleenex. Damn. Snot it is. The Coach and another couple, who happen to be great friends of ours (and members) formed the team and headed out on number 9 for a shotgun start at 1 pm.
The Coach and I managed to get out of bed early enough to hit the driving range, however this really didn't do much for me "warming up". I have re-discovered my detest for irons, with 90% of my shots heading perpendicular to where I am aiming. I decided to paste the smile on my face knowing that I couldn't pass off my crappy game on booze. Damn. Again.
The round was Best Ball (thank, freaking, god) and was a blast to play with our friends. Here's how the day progressed:
- On our about our 3rd hole, a flurry of texts were swirling around the course when rumours that I had been cut off and all my booze confiscated, along with the rest of my foursome. A legit claim really, but sober Sally was too busy hacking away at my ball to drink anything.
- By about the 7th hole a bottle of Sambuca showed up and I had a feeling things were about to get real.
- Lost my first ball on about the 9th hole.
- Lost my second ball on the 10th hole.
- Noticed my cart buddy was starting to sway when the cart wasn't moving.
- 14th hole only a mouthful of Sambuca left...
- Lost my third ball on the 15th hole.
- On the 17th hole watch my cart buddy try to tee up her ball for about three minutes, knocking off the tee when she would stand up and then promptly try to line it back up again. Hilarious!
It wasn't really a terrible round of golf, but I was certainly rusty. The company made up for my poor game. The four of us finished up three under, a pretty stellar game I think!
Not wanting to call it a day quite yet, the Coach and I handed in our score card and headed out for a few more holes before supper and prizes. We ended up playing best ball couples with about 14 other people! It was hilarious. If you can imagine the shape my team was in, multiply that by 7 and you would have the best match play EVER!
There were a lot of laughs, a lot of great pictures and a lot of great shots (and not so great). It was a wonderful day! Bob and Sharon put on quite the party and the Sunset crew were a treat to put up with us.
Meanwhile it is back to work for my game. Note to self: Get your ass out on the course!
