Ravenous Bugblatter Beast
Deep in thought
- Sep 6, 2005
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With a 3-putt at the last, I was so nervous. In fact, mentally, I had been trying to not count my score, but my mind was in overdrive and it had calculated that I needed bogey or better to squeak in with an 89.
I thought I had blown it missing the tap-in, and it was going to be a 90. So when I opened up the scorecard, and calculated, I had to do it 3 times to make sure my mind wasn't deceiving me, but there it was. 42 strokes on the back, for a grand total of 89.
33 putts today, just that one bad 3-putt from the nerves at the last. I had another 3-putt, but the first one was from 50 feet so I don't feel so bad about that. I putted much better today, and my shortgame saved me some strokes as well. The time I put in Friday evening paid off a lot.
I didn't think it was going to happen today, after 12 holes. I had shot 47 on the front, then started the back bogey-bogey-bogey. So at that point, I'm 14 over. But then hole 13, I get on the green, but about 20 feet from the hole. I drain the putt. I then par hole 14, then follow that with a birdie at 15. That's when the nerves first started jangling, as I knew it was then possible. I scrambled for bogeys at 16 and 17, 17 my chip shot rattled off the pin.
Then 18, I completely fat my 6-iron trying to get to the green, then hit the lob wedge to the elevated green, and found myself 22 feet away, and thinking I need to get down in 2 putts to get home under 90. I managed to pace the first putt well, but left it out high to the right. Then nerves just jerked the putter on the second stroke, and I tapped in for what I thought was a 90.
But there it was. 89.
Oh, it feels good.
I thought I had blown it missing the tap-in, and it was going to be a 90. So when I opened up the scorecard, and calculated, I had to do it 3 times to make sure my mind wasn't deceiving me, but there it was. 42 strokes on the back, for a grand total of 89.
33 putts today, just that one bad 3-putt from the nerves at the last. I had another 3-putt, but the first one was from 50 feet so I don't feel so bad about that. I putted much better today, and my shortgame saved me some strokes as well. The time I put in Friday evening paid off a lot.
I didn't think it was going to happen today, after 12 holes. I had shot 47 on the front, then started the back bogey-bogey-bogey. So at that point, I'm 14 over. But then hole 13, I get on the green, but about 20 feet from the hole. I drain the putt. I then par hole 14, then follow that with a birdie at 15. That's when the nerves first started jangling, as I knew it was then possible. I scrambled for bogeys at 16 and 17, 17 my chip shot rattled off the pin.
Then 18, I completely fat my 6-iron trying to get to the green, then hit the lob wedge to the elevated green, and found myself 22 feet away, and thinking I need to get down in 2 putts to get home under 90. I managed to pace the first putt well, but left it out high to the right. Then nerves just jerked the putter on the second stroke, and I tapped in for what I thought was a 90.
But there it was. 89.
Oh, it feels good.