18 hole in 95 degree plus weather, followed by a great lunch of spaghetti and meat balls. Could life get any better!!?? Hardly. We had a great turnout today, in spite of the heat. The course was in top shape…and the lunch was actually pretty darn good. Next week we play Willow Creek.
It was a good start for golf at High Meadow Ranch with overcast skies and a gentle breeze before the rains came. Teams got in from 10 to 16 holes and we now know who the slow players are! We could have skipped the prizes, but decided to pay on the first loop, i.e. holes 1-6 where everyone played their own ball. The scores ranged from 42 to 51. The big winner was the team of York/Burkman/Lambeth/Strenk with a net of 42. Mr. Lambeth (-3) and Mr. Strenk (-2) carried the team on this loop.
Second place to the team of Dugand/Holy/Clark/Madden with a net 43. Third to Michael/Hunter/Jenkins/Van Ditner with a net 44. Closest to the pin on hole no. 3 was Mr. Van Ditner although he said, "It wasn’t that close."
Closest to the pin on hole no. 11 was Mr. York (4-ft), but not everyone had played this hole so Mr. York has no balls.
Also a great meal and great service.
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It was warm, warmer, then plain old hot at the Cypresswood Tradition. I can’t remember who won, but Mr. York’s team placed third due to Mr. Tom Patterson’s chip-in on 16, 20-foot putt on 17, and a par on 18. The team picked up 9 strokes in three holes due to his strong play.
During my physical examination, my doctor asked me about my physical activity level. I described a typical day, “Well, yesterday afternoon, I took a five hour walk about 7 miles through some pretty rough terrain. I waded along the edge of a lake. I pushed my way through brambles. I got sand in my shoes and my eyes.
I avoided standing on a snake. I climbed several rocky hills. I took a few ‘leaks’ behind some big trees. Got quite a few mosquito bites, and got stung by a bee.
The mental stress of it all left me shattered. At the end of it all, I drank eight beers.”
Inspired by the story, the doctor said, “You must be one hell of an outdoors man!”
“No,” I replied, “I’m just a crappy golfer.”