phatheadaf
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- Jul 20, 2008
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Since this is the place, and you are the people that would appreciate these kinds of stories...
My Saturday morning match was looking grim on the back 9, was down 6 with 6 to play. I played well down the stretch, giving myself 3 birdie putts in the last 5 holes, but coming to the tee on 18 I was down three. That didn't stop me from talking a little trash with the honors,
This hole lines up as nearly the hardest on the course, 400+ near 90* dog R to L, with the latter 150 a severe uphill approach, false front and the tee up (of course).
It was an easy decision to be as agressive as possible, I grabbed a 3W, and took a tight line to the far edge of the dog leg... striped it into perfect position; just to make sure my opponent was aware I advised him to be careful of the woods on the R side of the fairway (as he had been losing everything R on the back nine). He decides to play it like a par 5, go wide; sure enough, push, into the forrest it went.
The shrubbery and trees are not overly thick and can be hit out of; so he decides to puch out. The lie was a little debris laden, and he couldn't close the club face down, another push, deeper into he forrest; but this time he gets a gift from the golf gods as it richoceted from a good ten yards in the trees back out to the playable rough... .
I was about 155 uphill on a windy day. Normally I would say it's a two club difference to get up the hill which would mean I would go from my normal 8I to a 6I; however, given the moment, I expect some juices to be flowing so I grab a 7I. I didn't put a good swing on it, and left it on the false front, and it ran back to about 5Y off the front.
As we approached my partners ball, I casualy called him 'Rory', and advised to get this one on the green. He had a tough approach w/ trees over hanging and hit a relatively good shot, but all the way to the back large green (which slopes back to front), with a large ridge running thru the middle.
I decide to play a lob wedge and use the uphill lie to really loft it and land it soft, I committed to it, but too much loft, and left it 18 feet short (tho, uphill still). My partner then lines up his long par putt decides to hit it thru the break, as most of the putts were rolling very soft due to the rainy week we've had. But this green is elevated, and received more sun... he rolls, and rolls, and rolls.. off the front of the green, and down the false front.
Here we go...
I told him right then and there, "you know if you don't get up and down here I'm gonna drain my putt". He decides to bump it into the fase front, and leaves it longer than mine, and more importantly on the same line. He proceeds to complete a very good lag, and a kick in to card a final hole 7.
The scene is set, and I noted on his putt that what I thought was a straight up hill putt, had a slight L to R on it near the end. I changed my line to L edge, and was about as confident over this putt as nearly any I've ever taken. Since we play for post round beers, as I stepped into my putt, I told him the good news is that I didn't feel like drinking Guinness today, and was going to go for Bud Light.
Breat in, breat out, relax the hands, stroke....
Draino!!!
There are few things more gratifying than a Saturday afternoon back 9 charge to allow you to rib your opponent the whole way. A little celebratory clammoring on the 18th green, which lead to the inevitable excuses with a sideways grin by him.
As the astute reader you are, you'll note the putt actually only forced the tie, not the win; normally we would go to the putting green to resolve the matter, but I didn't want to totally demoralize the man (after all I want to make sure he shows up next week ). As far as I'm concerned, it was equally as gratifying as a W, given the whole leadup, and final hole.
We shook on it, and called it a (great) round!
Anyway... I just had to share with you all over my Sunday morning coffee... hope your rounds this weekend were as great as mine!
I think this is going to be a good season...
A.
My Saturday morning match was looking grim on the back 9, was down 6 with 6 to play. I played well down the stretch, giving myself 3 birdie putts in the last 5 holes, but coming to the tee on 18 I was down three. That didn't stop me from talking a little trash with the honors,
This hole lines up as nearly the hardest on the course, 400+ near 90* dog R to L, with the latter 150 a severe uphill approach, false front and the tee up (of course).
It was an easy decision to be as agressive as possible, I grabbed a 3W, and took a tight line to the far edge of the dog leg... striped it into perfect position; just to make sure my opponent was aware I advised him to be careful of the woods on the R side of the fairway (as he had been losing everything R on the back nine). He decides to play it like a par 5, go wide; sure enough, push, into the forrest it went.
The shrubbery and trees are not overly thick and can be hit out of; so he decides to puch out. The lie was a little debris laden, and he couldn't close the club face down, another push, deeper into he forrest; but this time he gets a gift from the golf gods as it richoceted from a good ten yards in the trees back out to the playable rough... .
I was about 155 uphill on a windy day. Normally I would say it's a two club difference to get up the hill which would mean I would go from my normal 8I to a 6I; however, given the moment, I expect some juices to be flowing so I grab a 7I. I didn't put a good swing on it, and left it on the false front, and it ran back to about 5Y off the front.
As we approached my partners ball, I casualy called him 'Rory', and advised to get this one on the green. He had a tough approach w/ trees over hanging and hit a relatively good shot, but all the way to the back large green (which slopes back to front), with a large ridge running thru the middle.
I decide to play a lob wedge and use the uphill lie to really loft it and land it soft, I committed to it, but too much loft, and left it 18 feet short (tho, uphill still). My partner then lines up his long par putt decides to hit it thru the break, as most of the putts were rolling very soft due to the rainy week we've had. But this green is elevated, and received more sun... he rolls, and rolls, and rolls.. off the front of the green, and down the false front.
Here we go...
I told him right then and there, "you know if you don't get up and down here I'm gonna drain my putt". He decides to bump it into the fase front, and leaves it longer than mine, and more importantly on the same line. He proceeds to complete a very good lag, and a kick in to card a final hole 7.
The scene is set, and I noted on his putt that what I thought was a straight up hill putt, had a slight L to R on it near the end. I changed my line to L edge, and was about as confident over this putt as nearly any I've ever taken. Since we play for post round beers, as I stepped into my putt, I told him the good news is that I didn't feel like drinking Guinness today, and was going to go for Bud Light.
Breat in, breat out, relax the hands, stroke....
Draino!!!
There are few things more gratifying than a Saturday afternoon back 9 charge to allow you to rib your opponent the whole way. A little celebratory clammoring on the 18th green, which lead to the inevitable excuses with a sideways grin by him.
As the astute reader you are, you'll note the putt actually only forced the tie, not the win; normally we would go to the putting green to resolve the matter, but I didn't want to totally demoralize the man (after all I want to make sure he shows up next week ). As far as I'm concerned, it was equally as gratifying as a W, given the whole leadup, and final hole.
We shook on it, and called it a (great) round!
Anyway... I just had to share with you all over my Sunday morning coffee... hope your rounds this weekend were as great as mine!
I think this is going to be a good season...
A.