Anyway, Mook and I faced a daunting task on Sunday. We found ourselves 13 shots out of first place and really looking for a way to come back. I told him, you never know, since the format is total team score on each hole, guys can really make some big numbers. Mook then replied, "what's to say we're not going to make big numbers." Good point.
We started off with a par, par start. Ok, not bad. We didn't hit balls or even take a practice putt. Just went straight to the tee. After 5 holes we are still even and I, for the first time this year, felt like I was competing. I birdied our 6th hole and Mook makes a sick par save and now we are feeling like we may be getting back in this thing. Our playing partner were about 14 over so we knew we won't be last. YESSS! We are at worst mediocre!!! We both par our 7th and number 8 provides a par and a bogey. Even par with one to go and we are now really considering turning pro. This world can't handle our golfing prowess. Booohaaahaaahaaa. We decide that now that fucking ten from yesterday is buried and gone. One our 9th, the SAME HOLE WE MADE THE TEN ON SATURDAY, was awaiting us. I'm not really sure, but I'm pretty sure the trees were laughing at us when we stepped to the tee. It's like the trees were saying...ok chubs, we're ready, just don't hit us in the knots.
Mook smokes a drive down the middle and I'm in a fairway bunker. I get out of it in pretty good shape and he hits his best three wood of the weekend. On our third shot I miss the green just a bit short and right but I don't see the ball land as I am shooting the full moon to those giggling oak trees. "Take that you ant infested future pieces of typing paper. I OWN YOU NOW!!" Oh yeah, while I'm pulling up my pants, my little brother proceeds to drain a big curler for birdie! After I make my par; we float back to the clubhouse with only 5 empty Coors Light cans and a dream of the greatest comeback in golf history. This comeback makes Nick Faldo vs Greg Norman at the Masters look like Spanky and Alfalfa playing Froggy and Buckwheat in a best ball. No Contest. We are the KINGS OF THE WORLD.
The story does have a happy ending. We didn't come all of the way back but we nearly made it. The format did turn out to our favor as our -1 was the only sub par round in any flight and we finished just one shot from the win. (I think old Oaky and his buddies chuckled a bit.) Our winning of the aggregate score segment did get us into a "horse race." Basically an alternate shot shootout against the other format winners. Mook hit some great shots and we handled the pressure well and actually took home the victory in the shootout.
All in all, a great weekend. It's got me really fired up about my first "Major" of the year. My personal majors this year consist of:
The Belt Tech Classic at Country Oaks
The qualifier and hopefully the Evansville City Open
The Oak Meadow Club Championship
The Bryno and Beaky "I Hate My Partner" 2 man tournament.
Tomorrow we are going to delve into the history of and a preview of the
Until tomorrow.......SWING HARD.
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