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About Fairway_CY

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    Mr. Verbosity
  • Birthday 01/22/1979

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    Clover, SC

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    13.7
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    Righty
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    cyoung2ty

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  1. I was surprised at the damage it caused to the ball, to be honest. It was a new TP5x to start the round and when I picked it up after it had hit the lines, there were some noticeable marks left on the cover. I managed to play the rest of the round with it but... it was surprising. CY
  2. I played a course that I hadn't played in about 5 years on Monday. I found a great deal and figured it was worth the ride to check it out again. On the 3rd hole, there are some power lines that cut across the fairway. Having spent 3 years at a club with power lines on the driving range, I know that it's not as rare to hit those wires as you may initially think... but then I figured I was hitting my driver and they appeared to be about 180 yards or so from the tee box, so... I wasn't expecting to hit them. Well... I did. My drive was perfect. It was splitting the fairway and had a nice draw fitting the dogleg of the hole... and then I heard that sound and watched as the ball dropped from the sky. Frustratingly, it mentions right on the card that if you hit the lines... you must replay the shot. So I did. And I pulled it into the left rough. I had a similar instance happen in Jamaica at Cinnamon Hill in 2004 with similar results. Anybody else hit power lines or anything 'abnormal' that required you to replay the shot? Was it a blessing or did it hurt? CY
  3. ... on a course that's not very 'walker friendly'. He was exiting the shop as I was walking in. The woman behind the counter told me it was cart path only (to be expected with the weather leading up to yesterday) and that the guy I had just passed was going to be walking the course. She suggested I get my stuff, get to the tee and head out before him. Well... by the time I got my bag on a cart, gathered my pitch mark repair tool, ball marker, tees and balls then drove to the first tee... this guy was already up on the first green. I didn't see him again until I got to the 4th tee and he was just leaving the green (par 3). He did not hold me up at all until the 17th hole when he was in the fairway waiting for the grounds crew to finish up near the green. Some of the walks between holes at this course are near 1000 yards with no way to cheat it and walk a straight line. Riding the path between a few holes takes 45 seconds to a full minute. This guy was blistering! Managed to play the round in just over 2-1/2 hours. I would have been happy with that time, on this course in cart path only conditions if there was nobody in front of me. I was amazed at how quickly this guy moved. When I finished up, I popped into the clubhouse to see if he was around. I wanted to offer to buy him a beer but... he tossed his sticks in his trunk and off he went. Now granted... I'm not in any form of shape, but truthfully... if I had walked that course (even playing as a single)... think it would have taken me a full 4 hours. Chances are, it may have taken me longer because I'd have needed to stop and rest somewhere along the way. I was impressed by this guy. CY
  4. Fairway_CY

    That Guy

    There will almost always be 'that guy' somewhere on the course. I've been playing for 26 years and I've learned that you have to teach yourself to not be affected by people like that. It's not always easy, but... if you can learn to ignore the comments and the antics and just enjoy the surroundings and the game... you'll be better off for it. I play a lot of tournament golf. I get paired with all types of players. There are those that don't want to talk at all... then there are those that never want to stop talking. There are those that slam or throw clubs after what they perceive to be a poor shot and then there are those that laugh it off and move on. There are those that enjoy a beer or a case and then there are those that won't drink anything harder than water. At the end of the day... you're there to enjoy yourself. If you find that you're unable to do that around someone, it may be time to move away from the group. Life is too short to be uncomfortable. CY
  5. Over the last 3 weeks, I've really been striking my irons well. For that reason (and that reason alone), I chose 4-6. My driver is loose, but I'm really feeling good over my irons and they're coming out of the center of the face more and more frequently. Today alone, I can count 7 from my round... all with irons. Unfortunately, 2 of them came after punch outs due to poor tee shots, but... they were still pure. CY
  6. Offended? No. Annoyed? Absolutely. I played an event in 2015. It was my first event with this group and I unknowingly got paired with the hothead. You know the guy. "I used to be a 1 index!" Now he's unable to break 90. First hole, he hits an 'awful' drive (it landed 4 feet in the rough) and complains about it all the way to the ball. The pin is tucked in the back-right corner of the green behind a trap. He hits a shot about 35 feet left of the flag at the center of the green. A good, smart shot. He proceeds to fling his 7 iron approximately 40 yards into the fairway. Later in the round, he hits a second shot on a par 5 that he tugged a little bit. He got a little unlucky and it hit the cart path and kicked it to the left. The ball came to rest in play, but near a log that, if he moved it... the ball would move as well. He took an unplayable, chopped the ball forward a bit with his wedge and then proceeded to use his wedge as a hatchet on the log. About his 8th smash of the wedge, the head snapped off. Par 3 later in the round, he missed a 10 footer. He tossed his putter in the air and let it fall to the ground. The blade of the putter buried itself in the green about 4 feet from the hole. He attempted to repair it, but it was evident that there was damage and SOMEONE was going to have to putt through his tantrum later in the round. I wasn't offended by any of his actions. A 50 year old acting like a petulant toddler? His problem... not mine. I was annoyed by his antics, however. I've told this story before, but... when I was a caddie back in high school at a local country club, I had a guest of a member fling his club over a fence that bordered a local hospital. This was on the 10th hole. He was pissed that he hit a poor shot, so he reared back and let it fly. It cleared the fence. I looked at him in disbelief. He told me to climb the fence and get the club. I put his bag down, apologized to the member and walked back to the caddie master and told him what happened. Shortly after, the member and his guest arrived back at the caddie area where the member paid me for the full round, tipped me nicely, took my side with the caddie master and then told his guest he'd not be welcomed back any time soon. Throwing clubs is not acceptable and it IS poor etiquette. The word is literally defined as: "The customary code of polite behavior in society or among members of a particular profession or group." I don't see how throwing clubs and having a tantrum on the course can be deemed anything but IMPOLITE. CY
  7. In a recent tournament I played, the guy I was stuck in the cart with (call him A) was generally disinterested in anything other than talking about himself and checking his phone. Throughout the first 13 holes, there were several times where we'd have to go searching for balls that were in the rough. It was just thick and would blanket the ball, so if you weren't on top of it... you weren't finding it. Any time it was not his ball that was being searched for... he'd sit in the cart by his ball and check his phone. It got to the point that the other 3 of us (myself, B and C) were getting annoyed. On our 14th hole, "A" hit a shot that flared out right and landed on a hillside in the rough. He slammed his club into the ground, then tossed it into the rough in front of the tee box... then he kicked it for good measure. I rolled my eyes. As we approached the area where his ball landed, he got out of the cart and began searching. While he searched, "B" and I helped while "C" stayed back at his cart. When "A" looked back, he asked "C" why he wasn't assisting. "C" responded that "A" hadn't helped search for a ball all day, so he was keeping the time on his phone so that when 3 minutes was up, he could let "A" know it as time to go back to the tee. He ended up doing just that. As "A" took the drive back to the tee... I stayed up near the landing area and laughed to myself. The level of pettiness (and utter lack of etiquette) was hilarious, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit I had considered it throughout the round. CY
  8. I'm so guilty of this. It's how I keep myself motivated. This year, in particular, I've played extremely poorly. A lack of time has led to a lack of practice which has led to a lack of scoring. Going from where I was this time last year (low-to-mid 80's) to where I am currently (low 90's) is frustrating. I look back at my scorecard and tell myself that I'm a little bit of practice from getting back to where I was. My game from 50 yards and in is G-O-N-E. I'm back to ball-first contact but now I'm leaving everything short because it checks up so quickly or I'm thinning the ball over the green. Instead of getting up & down 30% of the time from 50 yards and in like I was last year... I'm getting up & down about 15% of the time. That leads to me sitting in the car thinking about why my scores are 5-10 strokes higher. If I woulda hit those pitch shots closer than 25 feet on the 12 holes I missed the green in regulation... I coulda made those putts... which shoulda translated to an 83 instead of a 90. In reality... if I woulda put some more time in on the range for a few days leading up to my round... I coulda hit more than 6 greens in regulation... so I shoulda done that instead of sitting on my couch. 🤔 CY
  9. Fairway_CY

    45 Putts

    It wasn't bad... but it wasn't great. For the year, I average 27' from the hole on greens hit in regulation. Yesterday, I was at 37' from the hole on average. Typically... 40' or so is two-putt range unless I've left myself in a difficult spot. The course we played didn't have crazy greens and I didn't leave myself in bad spots... I just had no feel for the speed on the greens. Very true on the advice though. My game has been an all-around mess for the majority of this year. I've had a few flashes of my old game pop up here and there where I've posted 80 (+8) and 74 (+10) but... I'm averaging just shy of 93 for the year. My expectations are based on my game from this time last year instead of the game I've currently got. The good thing is the kids are headed back to school next Monday so... I'll be able to get out of my home office more often to practice. Hopefully I can fix my issues sooner rather than later. CY
  10. Fairway_CY

    45 Putts

    It was just a bad day. I haven't played or practiced much recently. I went into the day focusing on my irons and it helped get me back on track after my previous round. I hit a bunch of greens. I just had no touch on the greens. On one hole, I had 55 feet for birdie. I just wanted to get the ball within 3-4 feet. I blasted it 15 feet past and it resulted in a four-putt when I hit the collar of the green with my putter coming back. On another, I had 33 feet for birdie and I left it 12 feet short. It was uphill and I just didn't hit the putt. I've been keeping stats since 2004 on a spreadsheet. That was the worst putting round for me since I've been keeping stats. It just helps to type it out so I can look back on it and laugh later. CY
  11. Fairway_CY

    45 Putts

    Yep. That happened yesterday. In a tournament. I hit nine greens in regulation yesterday. Bogey - Par - Par - Double - Bogey - Par - Par - Double - Bogey The longest putt I made all day was two feet. Not a single hole where I had just one putt. Yes... those doubles were a pair of four-putts. The putter almost found the bottom of a lake yesterday. CY
  12. On our honeymoon, my wife suggested I bring my clubs and play a course out in Jamaica so she could tag along (I knew then that I won the lottery). I chose to play Cinnamon Hill two days after we were married. One of the holes (I can't remember which since it's been over 15 years now) has a power line that crosses in front of the tee about 100 yards out or so. It's a downhill hole, so you're up pretty high and the power line crosses at a height where most people would go right over it. I jokingly asked my caddie what happened if my ball hit the power line and he said I'd replay the shot... but he had never seen anyone hit the power line because it was so low. Well... I was his first... and second. I teed up my first ball and hit a low screamer that, sure enough, blasted into the power line and dropped straight down into some tall, nasty weeds. The caddie and my wife busted out laughing. I was not as amused, but... I teed up a second and caught it low on the face again. That one hit the top of the line and popped up in the air, dropping to the ground about 75 yards in front of the first. My third shot was much better... cleared the line by a wide margin and found the fairway. The first ball stayed in Jamaica. CY
  13. It's been a different kind of year for me, in regards to golf. Just about a year ago... I found out that the job I'd had for over 7 years was going away. With it... a decent salary and a very, very flexible schedule would be going away too. Luckily, I had made a great friend through golf who immediately offered me an opportunity. It was going to come with a steep learning curve and, early on... a sizable decrease in pay... but it was a job. With those changes came some choices. I decided to leave the club I was a member at... dedicate more time to work... and life was just going to be different than it had been. Golf, which is about the only 'activity' I get out for, has taken a back seat. With less playing time and less practice time, it means in increase in my scores when I do get to play. Gone are the rounds in the low 80's which could creep into the high 70's if it all came together. Instead, the scores hover around the mid 90's with the random score in the 80's on a day when I don't chunk 50% of my short game shots. Still... I knew that the second half of the year would be better for my golf game. I have plans to play both the the Champions and the Stadium Courses at TPC Scottsdale in September. There's a 3 round tournament in Hilton Head during the middle part of October. There's some tournaments in August that I'm looking forward to, as well. All that aside... the big thing is that we're planning to join a club again in the coming months. No more battling for tee times on public courses. No more 'surprises' on the public courses where half of the fairways are gone. I'll be back in a comfortable spot with a solid practice area and availability to get out and practice various aspects of my game on the course... and hopefully that means the return of my scores where they were at this time last year. Anyway... all that aside, I have been patient and optimistic. The Thursday before Father's Day, I was surprised by my wife when she told me to pack my clubs, my shoes and some clothes. We were headed down to Hilton Head (which is quickly becoming my second favorite place on Earth) for the weekend to play golf! She told me that she had made a tee time for Sunday morning. When I asked where, she told me we would be playing Harbour Town on Sunday morning! She knew it was on my list... and she wanted to give me an experience. Although she's very new to golf (maybe 10 rounds under her belt)... she wanted to play too, but we were concerned that it was going to be too much for her to handle there since the caddies were going to press the pace. After some discussion, she said she'd just ride along instead and enjoy the course and seeing me play. To make up for it, I contacted Palmetto Dunes and asked if we could get out on the Jones Course at some point Saturday afternoon. I explained that we'd have our daughters (12 & 13) with us... but that they'd just want to ride along. The woman I was dealing with replied and said she had reached out to the director of golf there and he would provide us a four-seater cart and not charge us any riding fees for the girls. We got a great rate... booked a 2:15pm tee time... and were ready for a great time! I was a little nervous because I hadn't played in a month leading up to that weekend... and when I had played, my scores were pretty rough. I was looking at Saturday as a way to kind of 'warm up' for Harbour Town. Everything I had heard from friends who played it... the course was tight and scores could get out of hand in a hurry if I wasn't careful. The Saturday round was peaceful and relaxing. I didn't play well, but I enjoyed spending the time on the course with my wife and girls. The scenery was as perfect as I described it to my wife. She was excited to play the 10th hole and see the ocean from the green... and she was just generally excited to be playing and seeing exactly what I'd been saying to her about golf on Hilton Head. It's just better, in my opinion. I love the layouts. I love the Spanish moss hanging from the trees. I love the gators in the ponds. It's just special to play there. On Sunday morning... it was time to head to Harbour Town. The girls stayed in the hotel while my wife and I headed across the island to Sea Pines. My tee time was 7:39am that morning and I was in the first group off. We arrived a little later than planned so I was a little rushed once we got to the course, but we were surprised when the attendant in the shop said he wasn't going to charge my wife the rider fee of $50 because the course was going to be slow and they had plenty of carts. After my wife spent some time looking around in the pro-shop... I headed over to the range to hit a few balls. After about 10 swings... I realized it was already 7:30 and I needed to get my stuff together and head to the first tee. As I approached the first tee... our caddie for the day was there waiting for us. Randy had been a caddie at Harbour Town for about 7 years and was a 2.0 index from the blue tees at the course. While Randy and I were talking, the rest of our group showed up. It was a father and his 2 adult sons who had surprised him with this round for Father's Day as well. After some brief discussion, it was decided that my 13.0 handicap would best be suited for the white tees (6253 yards... 71.4 rating... 136 slope). I was given the honor... Randy retreated up the fairway to keep an eye on shots... and away we went. What follows is a hole-by-hole recap. I wouldn't be upset if you skipped past this now... but for my own selfish reasons... I'm gonna post it all. Hole 1 - Par 4 - 380 Yards -- Handicap Hole 11 Tight. That was the word that kept running through my mind all weekend. Standing on the first tee... I could tell that it was true. Randy's instructions were to not miss left... but don't miss right either. At 380 yards... at 7:40 in the morning... at sea level... I didn't have another club to hit. It was driver or bust for me. Luckily, I made a pretty decent swing and the ball trickled just off the fairway on the left side. As I got to my ball... I had about 100 yards to go. I guess they had moved the tees up quite a bit! If I had known that... I would have hit a 4 iron off the tee and left myself an 8 iron or something. Oh well... it worked out in the end. I was told short was better than long... so I took less club and came up a little shy of the green. A decent pitch to 4 feet and a smooth putt and I walked back to the cart to put a par on my card. I wish I had known there was only going to be 1 more of those on the card that day. Even through 1 Hole 2 - Par 5 - 471 Yards -- Handicap Hole 13 This was not as tight. In fact, it looked pretty open. I took a more aggressive swing with my driver... and although I struck it well, I found myself up the right side, kinda blocked out. I wanted to punch it through the pines on the corner with a 5 iron... but I topped it instead. I was left with about 170 yards from a waste area. Trying to play a fade didn't work out well, and instead... I pushed it and short-sided myself. An okay pitch ran to the far side of the green and I needed 2 putts for a bogey. It could have been worse. +1 through 2 Hole 3 - Par 4 - 381 Yards -- Handicap Hole 9 "Hit your drive up the right side so you'll have an open look at the green." Okay Randy, thanks for the tip! I pulled my drive low and left. It sat in the rough up the left side. My only shot was to aim at the trap to the right of the green and try to get up & down. I hit my target with an 8 iron... but the ball finished just out of the bunker on a slope with a steep uphill lie. My wedge went completely under the ball and I didn't even get the ball to the green. My putt from the fringe came up 4 feet short and I made that for bogey. +2 through 3 Hole 4 - Par 3 - 165 Yards -- Handicap Hole 15 On our drive down, my wife asked me if there were any specific holes I was looking forward to on Harbour Town. I told her that I was especially looking forward to 4, 14, 17 and 18. Well... here we were! What water? The pin was right at about 158 yards from the tees. It should have been a perfect 7 iron. Well... it would have been if I hit it solidly. Instead... I came up well short. I wiped my brow when the ball landed and it was still dry. My pitch from about 25 yards (yeah... I struck that 7 iron wonderfully) ran over the left edge of the cup and finished 7 feet above the hole. Tricky putt coming back. It leaked to the right at the last second and I made a 3rd consecutive bogey. +3 through 4 Hole 5 - Par 5 - 497 Yards -- Handicap Hole 5 "See those electrical boxes up the right side? Aim for those. They're the perfect starting line. Oh... one last thing. Don't go left. You can't see it, but there's water there." C'mon Randy! Don't let that be the last thing you say to me! I was focused on those electrical boxes. Now... I'm worried about trouble I can't see! Well... I avoided the water. I started the ball at those electrical boxes... and then it faded off of them and landed in the trees. Dang! I didn't finish my swing. My chip out of the woods with an 8 iron wasn't great... but I was just trying to lay up to about 140 yards or so now, so... easy swing. Whoops! That's not the club face. Drop 4... hitting 5. Topped it. Hit a low cut that finished about 30 yards short of the green. My wife put her head down and put the camera down too. She was embarrassed. So was I. Oh well... this is gonna be a triple now. Time to regroup. From 30 yards... I hit a low pitch that checked perfectly... tracked the entire way and dropped in for an unlikely double! CRAP! She put the camera away! Stupid unseen water hazard. +5 through 5 Hole 6 - Par 4 - 373 Yards -- Handicap Hole 3 "Aim for the last tree up the left side. That's the perfect target for you. It's open here so, driver is a good play." Cool... thanks Randy! I smashed my drive. Right at that tree. "Oh... that may have run through the waste area into the hazard." Well... at least he didn't tell me about the hazard this time until AFTER I hit it there! I took a drop... and had an angry white-faced hornet coming at me. I had inadvertently parked the cart on it's nest. My wife ran into the fairway. The drink cart lady ran with her. I got to the cart... put it in reverse... backed up about 10 yards... let the hornet back in his home... and then messed up the rest of the hole en route to a triple. Gators? Snakes? No big deal. Hornets?!? Way to rattle my nerves, Harbour Town! +8 through 6 Hole 7 - Par 3 - 160 Yards -- Handicap Hole 17 "No real trouble here. Just don't go in the sand that surrounds the entire hole. It's a real tough up & down from there!" The tees were up a bit... so it was an 8 iron for me. 100%... no doubt. My wife's behind me with her phone taking pictures and/or video. Make this a good swing. Clearly I had too much crap running through my head this day. My swing was okay... the contact was meh... and my 8 iron fell out of the sky 20 yards short and in the bunker. I'll have to look at that swing on the video or pictures she took. "Oh... I was taking pictures of this little toad on the tee box. I didn't know you were hitting yet." I didn't want to see it anyway. Splashed out of the bunker... nearly holed out... but it ran by about 6 feet and left me another quick, downhill putt. Nope. Bogey. +9 through 7 Hole 8 - Par 4 - 405 Yards -- Handicap Hole 1 Wonderful... the most difficult hole on the course and I'm playing my worst golf of the day. "The big tree up the right side is your target. Let it fly." I did just that. I let it fly right at that big tree with a nice, tight draw. I was through the fairway and had about 145 to the hole, out of the rough. Tired of coming up short... I took an extra club but I flared it out to the right a bit. I was pin high, but off the green. As I got out of the cart, I told my wife I was going to chip in. From behind the green, one of the guys I was playing with chipped in for par just before it was my turn. I clipped the ball perfectly... it checked up just enough and rolled up to about 2 feet before stopping. Close... but not close enough. Tap in for par though! +9 through 8 Hole 9 - Par 4 - 298 Yards -- Handicap Hole 7 Easily my most frustrating hole of the day. This hole is pretty wide open. Not a ton of trouble. Let it go and leave a little wedge into the green or lay back and take a full short-iron into the green. You choose. "You're hitting the ball well off the tee. Let it go! Rip it at the clubhouse." Sounds good to me, Randy! I blistered my drive into the breeze and found the center of the fairway. I left myself about 50 yards to the flag. No real trouble. Just make a nice swing and put it close. The other option is to completely decelerate... chunk it 10 yards and hit the same shot from a little closer. That was the path I elected to follow. Next swing was better but tugged. From 25 feet, I rolled the putt 2 feet past and tapped in for a bogey to close out the front side. +10 through 9 So... it was pretty much what I was expecting. I figured on a few pars and a hiccup hole or two. Take the 5th and 6th holes out and it was not a bad score for that side. Having now played much... those 50 yard shots that I messed up on the 9th hole are becoming my nemesis, so... I wasn't shocked by that, just annoyed. My putting was decent. I missed a pair of putts that should have gone in. By my count... if I was playing or practicing more consistently, I could have been 4-5 strokes lower, but... it was what it was. I was excited to get to the back nine and see what was in store for me there! Hole 10 - Par 4 - 398 Yards -- Handicap Hole 12 After a quick stop to use the restroom, wash my hands & face and grab some water... we were on the 10th tee. Randy didn't have much advice on this hole. It was pretty straightforward. Avoid the left side where the water was and you'd be okay. This is a quick recap for this hole. I put 2 balls in the water... took my maximum score and sat in the cart enjoying the scenery while the rest of the group played the hole. +13 through 10 Hole 11 - Par 4 - 387 Yards -- Handicap Hole 6 This is another fairly straightforward hole. I made it ugly by yanking my tee shot way left. It went nowhere, fell down in the trees and forced me to punch out. I was kind of aggravated at this point... hit a poor 5 iron heavy and short... pitched on to about 12 feet and two-putted for a double. Not the start to the back nine I was looking for. +15 through 11 Hole 12 - Par 4 - 376 Yards -- Handicap Hole 8 "Do not try to cut the corner. I've only seen one person cut the corner in all the time I've been here. Jason Day blasted a 4 iron up over the trees. To this day, I don't know how he saw that line and decided to take it but it was the best shot I've seen on this course. Ever." Okay then, Randy. I hit about as good a shot as I could there. I nice little fade that started up the left side of the fairway and peeled back to the center and bent around the corner of the left-to-right dogleg. I was left with about 130 yards to the pin. Again, I took more club because I'd been coming up short... and again, I pushed it out to the right. I got very aggressive with my chip and it rolled 23 feet beyond the hole and led to a bogey, wasting a perfect tee shot. I'm definitely not Jason Day. +16 through 12 Hole 13 - Par 4 - 339 Yards -- Handicap Hole 10 "You cannot be on the left side of this fairway and have any look at the green. Stay out to the right. Less than driver. If you listen to anything I've said today... make it be this. Do not go left." Oh Randy... you're faith in my ability to control where the ball goes is almost amusing. Less than driver... breeze into my face... no control with my 3 wood. Hybrid it is. I struck it like crap... but it stayed to the right side of the fairway. I landed in the rough right next to a sprinkler head. Good thing because my lie was garbage. After a drop for relief from the sprinkler head... I was left with 155 yards or so to the flag. Here comes Randy... "Long. Do NOT be short." Yes sir. Extra club... perfect flight... lands past the flag... and over the back of the green. "Good. You'll get up & down from there way easier than from that front bunker." My chip checked in a hurry and stopped 15 feet from the hole. I never gave it a shot and tapped in for a bogey. +17 through 13 Hole 14 - Par 3 - 148 Yards -- Handicap Hole 18 This is THE hole I was most looking forward to. I'd seen it so many times on TV. I'd played it in video games. I just couldn't wait to get here. "Don't dunk it." C'mon Randy... you're better than that! Don't do that to me. The bottom edge of my 9 iron struck the ball firmly in the equator. The ball never got higher than my shin. It screamed over the green into a spot that Randy said he'd never seen anybody ever play from. Well... you're welcome for the memory, Randy. Dead from where I was... I had to close my eyes because I had twigs from the trees I was under poking at them. I hacked a wedge out of the trees but short of the green. I then chipped to about 5 feet and made that putt for bogey. Certainly could have gone way worse than that, but... I wanted a par at that hole. Stupid golf. +18 through 14 Hole 15 - Par 5 - 541 Yards -- Handicap Hole 4 Last par 5 of the day. Gotta make it a good one. Swing hard! Wait... scratch that... that's a bad idea. I did it anyway... and pulled it into the trees again. Punch out... attempt to hit a low, swooping draw that hangs up in the rough... push an 8 iron way right of the green... flub the pitch... blade the next one over the green... chip to 6 feet... one hand it in for a triple. That's my blueprint for most par 5 holes anyway. +21 through 15 Hole 16 - Par 4 - 361 Yards -- Handicap Hole 14 "The tree straight ahead is in the middle of the fairway. There's room to either side of it. Left of it brings the bunker into play. Right of it just makes the approach slightly longer, but it's a short hole." See... THIS is the type of information I'd love to have had throughout the day, Randy! Tell me what my target is. Inform me what my options are and the risks and/or rewards to each option... then let me choose. I hit a poor driver at the tree that faded just to the right and went into the rough, but I was left with 145 yards or so to the green with nothing in the way. Simple game! My 8 iron hit the green (although it was 50 feet from the hole) and I finally had my first (and only) green in regulation on the day. An awful putt left me 7 feet and I missed that for my only three-putt of the day. Bogey. Dang! +22 through 16 Hole 17 - Par 3 - 159 Yards -- Handicap Hole 16 Wow. Just... wow. I've played a lot of golf holes. I've played in the mountains... at the beach... in the Caribbean. Without a doubt, this is the prettiest hole I've played so far. It was a gorgeous day... blue skies with a few clouds. The view was just spectacular. The struggle throughout the round was worth this view. The $300+ greens fee was worth this view. Everything was perfect here. I was too distracted to care that I flared another 7 iron short and right of the green. My pitch checked up quickly again and I needed 2 putts from 18 feet for another bogey. I didn't care. What a golf hole. +23 through 17 Hole 18 - Par 4 - 414 Yards -- Handicap Hole 2 This hole is the one every golfer knows. Calibogue Sound all along the left side of the hole. The iconic light house in the distance beyond the green. The reeds between the tee and the fairway... and then again between the fairway and the green. The mile-wide fairway. It was picture time. Randy took photos for everybody on the tee and then said he'd do the same on the green when we finished up. "It's a little down wind. The fairway is there. Just... hit it." Indeed. My final drive of the day was my best drive of the day. I couldn't find trouble unless I hit the ball 50+ yards offline in either direction. Swing away! Right down the middle. Second longest drive of the day. I smiled... picked up my tee... breathed a sigh of relief... and hugged my wife for giving me this opportunity. Once to the ball, I still had 182 to the hole. All carry over the reeds. I hadn't missed an iron shot left all day so the water wasn't in play. Start the ball at the flag... let it peel off to the right. Tons of room over that way. Easy 5 iron... and I pull hooked it into Calibogue Sound. I dropped where I crossed... hit a wedge to about 13 feet... left the bogey putt short and tapped in to finish out my day. +25 through 18 After we had all finished up and looked back down the fairway... it was again time for pictures. The dad and his sons in front of the lighthouse. Then my wife and I with the lighthouse in the background and the Harbour Town flag flapping in the breeze. All this in a few minutes over 4 hours. It was awesome. I played like garbage... but I didn't care. I was just happy to have had the experience. My wife went above and beyond to get me there. I knew I'd play there eventually... but to have it happen unexpectedly made it all even more memorable. As far as single rounds go... it was the most money I'd ever played for one round. It was worth every penny. Randy was awesome. Great stories throughout. Laughed with us (and at us when we hit poor shots). He talked a little smack... told us about himself... inquired about our lives... and overall, just added an extra fun element to the round. It was like having a golfing buddy there as a caddie. My wife took a bunch of pictures throughout the round. She and I laughed together about my bad shots (and there were plenty). We took in the scenery. We enjoyed the jokes in the group and had a good time. After the round, I went into the locker room to clean up a little. It was also amazing. In addition to the lockers and typical showers... there was an entire lounge upstairs with a phenomenal view. Down in the pro-shop, my wife bought me a polo and she bough herself a travel mug to add to her collection. We headed out... collected the girls from the hotel... went back to Sea Pines to walk around a bit and then took the 4 hour drive back home. Where The Ocean Course at Kiawah was a 10 round fight for me... Harbour Town was like a Sunday drive. The rumors are true. It's a tight course... but if you've got control of your ball, it's not that bad. The rough isn't overly thick (supposedly because they want you further penalized by rolling through the rough and into the trees & waste areas). The greens are as small as they claim. I wasn't playing well, but I hit only 1 green in regulation. I average about 6-7 when I play. I'm looking forward to going back when my game is a little sharper. Until the next one... CY
  14. I don't have one currently. I don't get to play or practice as much as I'd like to. If I was going to pick a number, right now, it would probably be 90 yards with a 3/4 approach wedge. I'm going to be inside a reasonable putt length with that shot the majority of the time. It used to be 60 yards with a 3/4 lob wedge. Right now, I just don't feel comfortable with either of my Vokey wedges in hand. CY
  15. Wow... so tempting! I don't think I could take the bet, though. I'm good with my 8 iron, and I'm certain with that number of shots... I'd come very close, but... if I didn't make one early on, the pressure would mount and it would become near impossible. I play golf for fun and to relieve stress. Bringing stress into the equation with the threat of prison hanging over my head would completely destroy that for me! CY
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