Yesterday it was ninety degrees so after school I went to the golf course and played nine holes. I played the back nine and I'm usually happy if I get one par per nine holes. If I'm speaking Greek to non-golfers realize I'm a golf fanatic.
I did my usual bogeys on the first five holes then I don't know what happened. I parred the fifteenth hole (back nine remember). I thought I had my quota and was happy. The sixteenth hole is a short par three and I par it regularly so it was no surprise when I got a par there too. I'm really happy. Then I come to the par 5 seventeenth. This is the hole that is the bane of my existence. It has a water hazard surrounded by tall cottonwoods on the right protecting the dog leg and a gully to the left with Salt Cedars at the bottom, you hit wrong either way just get out a new ball. Many times in the last ten years I've picked up after the tenth stroke and haven't even made it to the green, I've parred it twice. Well yesterday I had a nice drive down the middle of the fairway, a good second shot and as a real surprise overshot the green on my third. The ball was on the second fringe, but the pin was down hill so I putted and it went in for a birdie (one below par for non-golfers). Unfortunately I was playing alone and no one saw it. I did my usual bogey on the last hole, but to have a round with a couple of pars and a birdie has me walking on air.
This winter has been dry and mild leading to mid to late summer scores. I'm getting pumped for summer already.