I was having lunch at the course on
Friday and saw that they were having a tournament on Saturday
morning. I hadn't planned on playing too much in November, but I've
talked myself into it every weekend. I stopped by the pro shop and
signed up. Neither Sean nor Joe could join me (and I didn't think
about asking Jean-Marc until too late on Friday night). The weather
was supposed to be between 40 and 45 degrees with wind up to 12mph;
that sounds like shorts weather to me!
I brought pants with me Saturday
morning, but left them in my locker when I changed my shoes and went
upstairs to breakfast. David, the membership director, saw me as I
walked into the dining room and said, “You're the second one that
I've seen in shorts this morning.”
That was one more than I expected. I
found a plate and got some eggs, bacon, tater tots, and a bacon, egg,
and cheese croissant sandwich along with some OJ and coffee. This is
way more than I usually eat before playing; usually, it's just
coffee.
I skipped the range and just stretched
out by swinging a few irons by the practice green. I would have had
plenty of time since we didn't start on time, but I just hit a few
putts to remind myself how fast these greens are. I have only been a
member at Shackamaxon since September and the greens have been fast
and in phenomenal shape. I ran into about 10 other guys who echoed
David's sentiments about my shorts.
I met two of the other guys on my
tournament team, Jerry and John. We got hooked up with Jay, who is
the newest pro at the club, for the first two holes and then Michael
drove out and joined us for the rest of the round. The format was to
take the one best net score on hole 1, the two best nets on hole 2,
and the three best nets on hole 3. Rinse and repeat for the rest of
the holes. Jerry, John, and I were all 14-15s and I think Michael
was a 5. I think it would have been good to have somebody in the 20s
to make a par/net eagle or bogey/net birdie from time to time.
We managed a 68-68 for 136 and I had an
88 (net par 71) and contributed a lot. This was a new format for me
since the only team events that I've played have been scrambles or
shambles. Scrambles are fun since you can just bomb drives and go
flag hunting once you have a ball that's safe, but I still really
like to play my own ball.
I was driving the ball really well
until they wanted to change up the order on the tee and I ended up
going first. That just sparked a disaster as I'm much more
comfortable going last, competitive round or not. Thankfully, that
was only for three of the last five holes; big slice, OB into
somebody's back yard, bombed my hybrid over the green as the wind
stopped blowing.
My short game was on, especially from
inside 100-110 yards. Unfortunately, I couldn't make a putt to save
my life. I must have missed a half dozen 4-5 footers, including
scuffing my first putt from about ten feet on #9 (our 17th
hole in the shotgun start) and that led to a three-putt. Yes, ouch
is right.
One interesting point was when I hopped
out of the cart after we got back to the clubhouse. Jay had left us
and Michael had decided to walk and use one of the caddies by that
point. I tried to carry my bag as we walked down the first fairway,
but somebody from the club stopped me and said that I wasn't allowed
to carry it myself. I guess that's just for outings/events since
I've carried every other time that I've played there.
I'm certainly not a country club guy so
I'm still learning how this works. Malcolm was very nice, but it
took me a few holes to get used to it and being called sir. Personal
service makes me a little uneasy since I'm used to being pretty
self-sufficient. I've already told a couple of the guys to please
call me Brian, I'm not a Mr. anything (although it did make me feel
good after I thought about it yesterday).
There was wine and cheese in the lobby
afterwards, although we grabbed a sandwich in the grill room while we
waited for the winners to be announced. Our 136 was good enough for
7th out of 16 teams and Jerry won the prize for closest to
the pin on #8 with 7'6”. I'm taking credit for part of that since
we decided it was playing about 200 yards and that was the hole where
I flew the green with my hybrid. The other three guys all ran for
their bags to go down a club after we saw my ball land.
I'll detail the course over the winter
or when I get back out in the spring, but my best hole was #12 (our
second of the day). It's a 470 yard par 5 with a stream about 40
yards out. My drive got hung up in the wind and I hit my hybrid from
240 to lay up short of the stream. I'm still subscribing to the
theory of get the ball as close as you can until I know I'm more
consistent from 100 yards (or some other layup distance). My second
shot just cleared a bunker and rolled in the fairway to about 60
yards. I hit a ¾ sand wedge 20 feet left, but pin high. I rolled
my putt with the break and it finished just below the hole. Tap in
for par/net birdie and I was feeling like it was going to be a good
day.
Round recap: 44-44=88 (net par 71); six
pars (three in a row to start!), eight bogeys, three doubles, and one
(dreaded) other; no one-putts. I think starting off with a drive
right down the middle and a par on the first hole got rid of my
nerves for the day. My putting turned out to be horrendous and I
think it cost me a minimun of three strokes.
Next: I think we have a half-day on
Wednesday before Thanksgiving so I may stop by the range if nobody
wants to do anything and it's not raining. I'm playing in a par 3
scramble at Iron Valley in PA on Black Friday (forecast: 37F and
partly cloudy). Yes, I'm bringing pants.