So ... I'm out playing golf with my good friend, Bowser. He declares that, "Today is my day. I own this golf course." Yeah... right, I thought to myself.
Hole 1 is a 363 yd Par 4. It's pretty basic. A few undulations in the fairway. A sand bunker to the left back of the green. The green is fairly fast, with two levels.I hit a 258 yd drive off the tee... placed a 7 iron shot three feet from the cup and sank my birdie. Good start for a duffer like me. Bowser wacks a 308 yard drive and chips in for an Eagle. I'm 1 under and one down. Yuck.
The second hole is a nice little 161 yard Par 3. The Tee is elevated forty feet above the fairway. Three bunkers sit to the left of the green. Not a nice place.I'm thinking ... 2 iron. I know, good golfers would opt for somewhere around an 8 iron. But, hey... this is me. Anyway, I connect my drive real sweet and the ball carries the upper level of the green and floats down toward the hole, stopping eight inches from finding it's mark. Tap-in birdie. I'm 2 under. Unimpressive and undramatic since my good friend, Bowser hit a Hole-in-One. He's now 4 under after two holes. I'm beginning to believe he does own the golf course.
Hole 3 is another Par 4. It's 343 yards and doglegs left. Sand traps travel almost the length of the fairway down the left side. Sand bunkers to the left front and right rear of the green. No problem, I'm thinking. Just stay in the fairway. Wack! I hit the ball toward the left, hoping to cut the corner. Just when I think I might find sand the wind... blowing about 7 mph from the left, pushes my ball into the fairway and it stops at 265 yards. A short 9 iron puts me in putting range. Sinking my putt, I'm all over myself with pride. Three holes.... three birdies. Oh... did I mention my good friend Bowser's Eagle, AGAIN!
So.. we've play three holes. I'm 3 under Par and my good friend, Bowser is 6 under Par. I don't mind getting beat at golf. Especially by a good player, and when I'm having a good game. But this is taking getting beat to a different level. I was getting buried.
The day's young... I thought silently, as I drove the ball 285 yards downwind on the 477 yard Par 5 fourth hole. Working my way out of the rough, I managed to save Par. Bowser? No... he didn't get another Eagle, but he did birdie to go 7 under.
The wind picked-up as we drove to the 5th hole, a 355 yard Par 4. It was blowing somewhere around 15 to 20 mph. Could be that's why we both boggied... or maybe our stroke of luck was fading away.
By the time we reached the 9th it was raining and time to call it a day. My good friend, Bowser, finished the nine holes 8 under Par. It was indeed his day.
That's the way it is in my world... and so it goes.
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