Our last night of men's league yielded more than a few best shots of the week. The 17th hole is a nasty par 3 that has a pond in front and to the right is a creek. My father in law is the only one on the team to not lose his ball, and he's forty feet away from the cup and five feet off the green, downhill. As the first to putt, I read the line perfectly, kept my head down and drained the damn thing.
Sandwiched between that par three were two par 5s. On the first I hit our third shot from 4o yards out pin high to the left 8 feet away. Not super close, but as someone who can't pitch worth a damn I was really impressed with that.
|A few holes later I hit a nice draw ( as a lifelong slicer this year has been great for shaping some shots to the right) to about 150 out. I hit a not great shot dead at the pin, but come up short and just bounce past the fringe onto the green, this time we're 28 feet out. Another guy on the team and I totally misread the putt, saying its coming from the left. My FIL tells us he doesn't give a shit about what's in our heads, and taps the ground just outside the cup to the right two inches and tells us that's where the putt has to be. He tends the flag, I line up first, and drain another.
On our second last hole, which was another par 3. A guy on our team needed a drive so that the last hole could be open for everyone to shoot. Incidentally, his name actually is Guy, and he hits the best shot out of the four of us, 25 feet away short of the hole with twenty feet of rough to get over. Putting is out of the question, so I get to shoot first, and a hit a nice, low, AW chip that goes straight at the hole, lands eight feet away and rolls into the flag and then drops in.
I would to also add that I'm the most inconsistent guy on my team. If I actually hit a fairway with a tee shot we end up taking it, even if we have better options. You just can't predict how things will go with me on any given week. Tonight, aside from the first two holes I hit more GIRs than ever before in league play and hit more than half of my drives on the fairway with that steady draw. It's just a shame I can't do it more consistently.
We're not a great team by any means, but we were playing the second or third ranked team in our league, and tied them at the end of the night at five under. They were a bunch of guys in their late twenties, and although they outdrove us by a wide margin, they were shocked that us 'Old Bastards'(I'm not even 50 yet!) could score just as well as them by hitting less club off the tee. It was a great, and new, feeling having people in the clubhouse talking about how great you played within earshot.
All I know is that was the luckiest I've been on a Monday night on a golf course. Or any of the times I've been on a golf course.