Today, my pal and I played a twilight round at Penmar. I felt weird as we were practicing our putting - like when you drink too much coffee on an empty stomach.
On Hole #1 (270 yards), I hit my hybrid about 210 yards to the middle of the fairway. I had about 70 yards in and hit it just over the green with my SW. I left my chip about 15 feet away and proceeded to 3-putt for a double bogey. Great way to start the round.
On Hole #2 (330 yards), I used my 3-wood to tee off and ended up hooking the ball dramatically out of play. I re-teed and hit the ball in half with a slice to the right of the fairway - awful. I hit my hybrid to the left of the green pin-high. I chipped on and 1-putted for another double.
On Hole #3 (125 yards), I used my PW and pushed the ball a bit right just off the green. I was up against the lip of the bunker and had a bad chip that passed the cup and rolled onto the opposite fringe. I ended up 2 putting for another double - 3 holes, 3 double bogeys. Have I not learned anything in these 47 days?!? It sure does not seem so...
So on Hole #4, I collected myself and hit an iron to the right side of the fairway, just off the fairway. It left me about 120 away and I hit my PW that bounced near the stick and landed about 15 feet past the cup. I ended up 2-putt for par - phew. Thank goodness.
There was a big back-up on the tee on Hole #5, so we decided to loop around and play Hole #2 again. That lasted only until we completed our tee shots when the only mean guy at Penmar hurried out in his 'Marshall' cart and berated us for looping back. Out of all the people that work at Penmar, he is the only stick in the mud. This is probably my 5th encounter with this fella and I can truly say that he is a mean-spirited person. I feel bad for him.
So back at Hole #5 (185 yards) we were...waiting...as the sun was coming down... when it was my time to hit, I hit a 5-iron that got pushed down by the wind. I landed in the bunker just short of the green. As I walked up to my ball, I noticed that it was sitting in a large crater of a footprint that was left by someone who was too lazy to rake the bunker. However, based on my Day 45 post, I was not going to bitch and complain for my bad luck. I was going to try and hit the ball where it laid. Bad idea. I ended up skulling the ball into the face of the bunker. However, as the ball fell back down, it settled in a nice fluffy spot and I was able to get out just fine. I ended up having to chip on and 1 putt for yet another double bogey.
I sliced my drive on Hole 6 (420 yards) and it was swallowed by some deep clover rough. I was about 180 out and I tried using my hybrid to get it out of that junk only to popped the ball out about 30 yards. I was still in the deep rough and hit a 7 iron as hard as I possibly could - the ball ended up in the fairway about 30 yards short. I flopped a shot that went passed the cup and ended up 2-puting for what? Another double bogey.
Man, it just wasn't my day.
After that hole, my pal and I decided to call it a night as the sun was almost nearing its descent. We would go grab a steak at Billingsley's - a restaurant neither of us had been to but have driven past a million times.
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