Last week, in between trips to Chicago and burning Midnight Oil to prep equipment for Rio '16, I had an opportunity to get my clubs out and do a little swingin'...
Something I haven't done in YEARS. Like at least 6 years- maybe more.
Now, don't get me wrong, I LIKE golf, I just don't have the time to enjoy it like I used to.
Back in the day ('94-'95) I played at least once a week...
But just because I don't play, doesn't mean I can't play.
So, because the stars were aligned and all was right with the world, I was at this nice little club in NE Georgia with 100 of my closest friends (at least in April they are my friends...) and we proceeded to hack up the tees, fairways and greens with great abandon... I did remove my 12 Iron (the Mossberg) from the bag in order to adhere to Club requirements.
After all, it's wasn't going to be a shotgun start that day...
One person in our little band of duffers is a certain NFO some Constant Readers might recognize from his walrus mustache or his Grey Man series...
Jim's Group
Dr. Jolly, OldNFO, and The Sabatinis. Nice folks all.
Jim's Practice Swing
"Keep pointin' that damn camera at me and you'll be snappin' pictures of your colon. I don't care how big you are."
Jim fires his tee shot down the first fairway
1 Fairway
Kind of overcast that day, but it was still pretty awesome.
Looks a little odd without several hundred people lining the edges of the fairway or the big scoreboard on the right...
About 2:30 it was my group's turn to take the tee...
Peter, Pat G, Marisa and Yours Truly
A little later on we waited for our turn on the par 3 Hole #4...
Laying up on 13. (Hey! Where are all the azaleas?)
Back on 13, I was hitting my 3rd stroke up onto the green from this location...
I had crushed the tee shot then played it safe and laid up short because of the creek, snakes and bunkers...
Yes, Snakes...
Like this little jewel - a tightly wound copperhead just off the path up to the 13th Green...
It wasn't all just birdies, pars and bogies (or double bogies, or snowmen)... In addition to golf, they threw a nice little luncheon outside the clubhouse for us...
Tasty vittles all around.
Fried Chicken, Burgers, Brats, Gumbo... Mmmmm. Tasty!
What did I shoot?
Let's just say, in the spirit of mystery that surrounds the Tradition Unlike Any Other, my score was "Just enough."
TBG - -[Exit- Pursued by Agkistrodon contortrix]
Something I haven't done in YEARS. Like at least 6 years- maybe more.
Now, don't get me wrong, I LIKE golf, I just don't have the time to enjoy it like I used to.
Back in the day ('94-'95) I played at least once a week...
But just because I don't play, doesn't mean I can't play.
So, because the stars were aligned and all was right with the world, I was at this nice little club in NE Georgia with 100 of my closest friends (at least in April they are my friends...) and we proceeded to hack up the tees, fairways and greens with great abandon... I did remove my 12 Iron (the Mossberg) from the bag in order to adhere to Club requirements.
After all, it's wasn't going to be a shotgun start that day...
One person in our little band of duffers is a certain NFO some Constant Readers might recognize from his walrus mustache or his Grey Man series...
Jim's Group
Dr. Jolly, OldNFO, and The Sabatinis. Nice folks all.
Jim's Practice Swing
"Keep pointin' that damn camera at me and you'll be snappin' pictures of your colon. I don't care how big you are."
Jim fires his tee shot down the first fairway
1 Fairway
Kind of overcast that day, but it was still pretty awesome.
Looks a little odd without several hundred people lining the edges of the fairway or the big scoreboard on the right...
About 2:30 it was my group's turn to take the tee...
Peter, Pat G, Marisa and Yours Truly
A little later on we waited for our turn on the par 3 Hole #4...
Laying up on 13. (Hey! Where are all the azaleas?)
Back on 13, I was hitting my 3rd stroke up onto the green from this location...
I had crushed the tee shot then played it safe and laid up short because of the creek, snakes and bunkers...
Yes, Snakes...
Like this little jewel - a tightly wound copperhead just off the path up to the 13th Green...
It wasn't all just birdies, pars and bogies (or double bogies, or snowmen)... In addition to golf, they threw a nice little luncheon outside the clubhouse for us...
Tasty vittles all around.
Fried Chicken, Burgers, Brats, Gumbo... Mmmmm. Tasty!
What did I shoot?
Let's just say, in the spirit of mystery that surrounds the Tradition Unlike Any Other, my score was "Just enough."
TBG - -[Exit- Pursued by Agkistrodon contortrix]
