HIDE’s hijinks….hell for others!
You would think that when he could not find his drive on Hole #1 that he waylaid right, and had to re-tee it, his game would be shot! But a double bogie 6 followed by another double bogie on #2 hole were HIDE’s (pronounced “hee-deh”) only mistakes. He birdied #5 erasing a bogie and parred the rest of the front nine for a 40! He then blazed his way in the back with two birds and two bogies for an even 36 – bringing down his index to 9.6 to be the only club member with a 10 course handicap.
The two opening holes’ hijinks was hell for the others who wanted a share of the pot.
CHANG’s (HJ) 78 was only good for a tie at 2nd place with HAN, who carried over his 2-over par performance at a weekend game, over to our Thursday morning shoot-out.
Kiichi’s brilliant 2-over par 38 in the front nine was marred by two serious miscues in the back – two triple bogies on #12 and #18. It costs him a share of 1st place.
Hide’s expertly executed perfect pitch is captured on camera!
BIRDIE HUNTERS’ HONOR ROLL
The shot of the day came from Sunny’s nine iron on the 11th which rolled all the way to 3 inches above the cup for a missed hole-in-one. But he made his birdie. Sunny only brought a pair of pants. He could not afford to have a hole in one.
Hide leads with three birdies. Han, Joe, and Miles had two. Joe and Sunny had a one a piece.
HOLE IN ONE TAKES ALL
We all decided that someone who holes it out gets all the prize money of the day…effective now!
RIVERWAY – our adopted Home Course
We are returning there next week July 16 at the same time but we are looking into an excursion somewhere for July 24. Hang in and check here again.
AND HERE IS A TREAT!
In My Hand I Hold A Ball,
White And Dimpled, Rather Small.
Oh, How Bland It Does Appear,
This Harmless Looking Little Sphere.
By It’s Size I Could Not Guess,
The Awesome Strength It Does Possess.
But Since I Fell Beneath Its Spell,
I’ve Wandered Through The Fires Of Hell..
My Life Has Not Been Quite The Same,
Since I Chose To Play This Stupid Game.
It Rules My Mind For Hours On End,
A Fortune It Has Made Me Spend.
It Has Made Me Yell, Curse And Cry,
I Hate Myself And Want To Die.
It Promises A Thing Called Par,
If I Can Hit It Straight And Far.
To Master Such A Tiny Ball,
Should Not Be Very Hard At All.
But My Desires The Ball Refuses,
And Does Exactly As It Chooses.
It Hooks And Slices, Dribbles And Dies,
And Even Disappears Before My Eyes.
Often It Will Have A Whim,
To Hit A Tree Or ! Take A Swim.
With Miles Of Grass On Which To Land,
It Finds A Tiny Patch Of Sand.
Then Has Me Offering Up My Soul,
If Only It Would Find The Hole.
It’s Made Me Whimper Like A Pup,
And Swear That I Will Give It Up.
And Take To Drink To Ease My Sorrow,
But The Ball Knows … I’ll Be Back Tomorrow.
Stand proud you noble swingers of clubs and losers of balls….
A recent study found the average golfer walks about 900 miles a year.
Another study found golfers drink, on average, 22 gallons of alcohol a Year.
That means, on average, golfers get about 41 miles to the gallon.