Poppy Hills

Only two months in, and I am running well behind on my 2018 Golfing Resolutions. Two rounds in two months are not going to cut it and, as a consequence, I've lost ground on every rez. In my own defense, I was knocked out of action for a month by my second bout with the flu this season. But that's over now...

On Saturday we were back at Poppy Hills with the Oracle Golf Club. It was a cold drive down, with temperatures in the high thirties, but fortunately the mercury got back close to 50 for the round. A beautiful sunny day, but with a brisk wind on a challenging course.

I played with Other Bob, John and Donna. This is a winning combination for this "two best ball" team format - one high handicapper (me), a ringer (John), a sandbagger (Other Bob) and Donna playing from the forward tees (who is also a ringer). We came close. The team finished with a Net 12 under par, one stroke back of the winner. I blame myself. Or rather, I blame the flu.

Although, if Bob and Donna could get off the beach, it might have made a difference in the final outcome. Just sayin'

Some pictures from a fun day on a great course:

I think all of my foursome would agree that the highlight of the day was my 300 yard (approx) drive on this hole:

Yes, that's Bob's drive in the far distance 80 yards behind

As far as the final score...

... this was a team event. There is no "I" in team. My individual score is not important.

My Tom Brady Story

It was the summer of 1999. Pat, a friend from my prior professional life at Oracle corporation, invited me to play a round with him at Green Hills Country Club.  I eagerly jumped at the chance as it's not often I get to play a private Alister Mackenzie golf course. It was the only time he invited me, which is the rule not the exception when I am invited by a member to play a round at their private course. It's always one and done. Probably has something to do with my bad golf game and, I assume, bitter complaints and threats by the other members after I depart.

The starter put us with a another pair to fill the foursome - Green Hills member Thomas Brady Sr, and his son Tom Brady - home from school break at the University of Michigan. It was the summer before his last season at Michigan as the starting quarterback for Wolverines.

Tom is, of course, a natural athlete and a great golfer. I am not. I didn't spend a lot of time in conversation with my playing partners because, as per usual, I spent much of the round consumed by the on-going horror of my game.  I don't think I was much worse of a golfer then than I am now, but I was certainly not better.  The golf itself was unremarkable and the scores are lost to the dustbins of history. I probably shot something in the 115 range, which would be typical for me on a course of that quality. But I digress. 

Tom took pity on my game. He was friendly, offering encouragement and sympathy as I hacked my way around the course. I was not a huge college football fan at the time, but had a general appreciation of who he was and Michigan's ranking as a good but probably not great team in the coming season. Late in the round I realized I was being unsociable and decided I needed to at least feign interest in this likable young man and his college football career. This is what I said, thinking I was offering an encouraging and optimistic assessment of his team's prospects for the coming year: "Michigan is pretty good. They could finish in the top ten in the rankings this year." 

Tom's demeanor instantly changed. His face went cold. He stared at me like I was a bug crawling on a hamburger. He was actually pissed. Finally, in an icy measured tone, he said:

If you're not playing for a championship, there's no point in playing."

Okay then. I remember thinking at the time - This is the most competitive SOB I will ever meet. 

And that's why I am taking the Patriots and laying the points. Pats 33 - Eagles 24 

Postscript: University of Michigan 1999 Season