As much as the weekend before outing was unpleasant for happenstance pairing, yesterday's was much nicer, as I arrived at the same course the same time as a pair I had joined up with the Saturday after Thanksgiving. We had some rain for much of the front-9 and from then on, it was at worst a stray drop here and there.
The one fellow hits the ball incredibly long, it's amazing to see him hit. At the par-3 6th hole, approximately 175 yards, he hit a 6-iron to the green. I hit a 5-wood to get on the green, with the combination of temps in the upper 40's and humid air. Is it just me, or do balls fly less when it's more humid? Does the increased water vapor increasing the frictional drag of the air?
Except for my first drive of the day at hole 1 leaking right, and failing to transfer my weight forward at hole 18 and gouging turf on the tee, my driver was locked on hitting a nice, soft cut. For the first time in my life, I had that feel like PGA players get sometimes, I would swing, know it was good, and could bend down and just pick up my tee. Damn, that was pretty sweet.
Anyhow, I birdied hole 9 last week. I put it on the green there again this weekend, but 3-putted, ugh. We eventually got round to hole 14, a par-3 that in the warm weather I'll hit 9-iron, 8-iron if the flag is in the back. With the reduced distances of this time of year, and the pin the back yesterday, I chose 7-iron.
When I hit it, I got lucky some. I hit the ball down near the heel, if the club had gotten a fraction more outside, and more under, it would have been a who-knows-where hosel rocket. As it was, it came out low, but still with my slight cut, and began making a low curving line towards the hole. It hit near the front of the green and took off towards the back, looking to get very close.
It did, it came to a stop about 6 feet under the hole. Just a bit more, and it could have rolled in. But I sank the putt for my second birdie of 2006, and for the first time ever, birdies in 2 consecutive rounds.
I then followed that up by reaching the par-5 on the next hole in regulation, and had my putt 25-footer taken the break a bit more, almost birdies on consecutive holes. Still, making par there was the first time I've ever gone birdie-par.
On 17, I sank the longest putt of my life, approximately 60 feet to save par. That was hilarious. Then the long-hitter who had put his shot on the green but about 25 feet away, sank his putt for birdie. Then the other guy, who had played out of a bunker to around 20 feet away from the hole, had his putt stop just short.
It was a fun day yesterday, and I left with a pretty good mood in spite of the doglike way I had played the first 3 holes.