Hiatus From Golf? But Why?

Well it has been an extremely busy month of June and I'm off to a beautiful start to July!

The Blyth Festival has officially opened for the 2013 season and after a three openings (1 Gala Opening, 2 World Premieres and 1 Remount... you do the math...) I have come out to the other side of the July hustle. I did start two blog posts in earnest of finishing them. Really, I did! But alack and alas, I did not.

The meaty one was about an excellent day out on the course with 16 of my dear friends. Mrs. Kathy Rivett took on the gianormous task of wrangling in this crew and getting them to commit to a 1 pm tee time on the Sunday of the holiday weekend. And if you can imagine, they all showed up on time and ready to play!

The night prior, between adult beverages, we drew names from hats and created the foursomes which would play the next day. We had players of all experience levels, from The Coach who had just returned from a Father's Day, Boys Golfing Getaway to my gal pal (and team mate) Katie who golfs two, to three times a year.

At 1 pm we headed to what I would describe as the Masters of The Huron County Best Ball Team Play. All teams were made up of two men and two women. The week prior I had tweaked my back in an alarming display of old age (I turned around too fast in the shower...) and this would be my first time out after a week of healing, and two weeks of non-stop work. Needless to say, my game was less than pretty, but it was best ball baby!

Thanks to my marvelous team mates who nailed a couple of 30/40 foot puts and solid driving skills by all, we came in at a stellar three under. Oh yeah! I attribute this to our "focus" on the course and the unique techniques developed on about the eighth hole. Very professional. Woods would pay the big bucks, I'm sure.

Really, what this all amounts to, is the highlight of the day: We. Beat. The. Coach. We were neck and neck on the front nine, but a rough back nine placed the Coach's team in a one under position. There are still arguments about cheating being had at the Duckworth/Hood Household, but let it be recorded in the annals of the web-er-verse;

Lisa beat Jason, Lisa beat Jason!

Ahem.

My next rally on the links is one that I think will stick with me for a solid month... I NAILED MY GOAL!!! Whooo Hoooo!!! Oh yeah!

If you had read two blog posts ago, you would have noted my goal for the summer (which I was extremely reluctant to do... You know, in case I didn't do it...). I had hoped to get my score under 100. Wellity, wellity, guess who has two thumbs and stroked that off the summer bucket list?

This guy!

On a lovely Sunday afternoon, the Coach and I went out to catch a round at Sunset, just the two of us. It was sweaty, buggy and sunny, but it was perfect conditions to dominate a record.

We started off the back, as there was a fundraising tourny just wrapping up and to start off the round, I made par on the 11th hole (that's a first!). I ended up with three or four pars in the day and a few bogeys. It really was a stellar day for me. I was two putting the crap out of a lot of holes and my driving was pretty much the bomb. Not to brag or anything. Ha!

There was one particular hole that took advantage of both the Coach and I. Number 8. Oddly enough, that's what we both scored on the hole. The Coach drove the bushes, then three wood-ed the bushed, ironed a tree, and overshot the green. I drove the fairway, three-wooded... Twice after the first rolled about five feet to the right of me and the second hit a tree. Between us, I think we putted eight strokes.... Awesome. Needless to say, we were both glad to be done with that freakin' hole.

I knew I was having a great round, but when the Coach told me my final score and was ecstatic! 93! Not only did I beat my goal but I beat it by seven strokes! Yeah baby! Pigs in shit couldn't be happier than I. The Coach was very reserved and proud. I think he's created a monster, but he loves it. In celebration, the Facebook picture (which was a handsome and fuzzy Burt Reynolds) is all thanks to The Coach.

I would also like to note, my handicap is now a svelte 35 - down five strokes from 40. Oh, yes folks. My handicap has now dipped below the "Over the Hill" mark. Groovy, no?