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The rain started in earnest as we finished the round. As we counted the scores, Bob decided to test my dietary resolve by ordering the biggest plate of corned beef hash, hash browns and eggs that I have ever seen. I had a green salad.
Despite my birdie, my breakthrough round failed to materialize. Five 7's, two 9's, and a snowman will do that to you.
BK 87
BP 94
MW 108
RZ 108
On the plus side, I did not have to give up the game as a consequence of playing this round.
The 15th is a 135 yard par 3 carry over a corner of the lagoon. The green is protected by sand traps and Bob's Tree on the right side of the green (the tree was named for Bob's tee shot on a previous outing, which landed in the tree). The tree and that outing are commemorated in this painting by Bob Preston at the top of this post. The guy looking for his ball is Bob (not the artist - Original Bob). The reason OB1 couldn't find the ball is that it was in the tree. As far as we know, it is still up there today.
When we arrived at the 15th tee, there were two beers left. Usually this means the best and worst golfer in the foursome team up against the other two to play for the extra beers. Instead, the two best golfers - Brad and Bob - decided to steal the beer by teaming up against Rick and me. Unfair? Yes. But Instant Karma is a bitch. The ball in the back is Bob's 2nd shot. An easy par. The closer ball is my tee shot - one foot away from a birdie. That close to an ace.
Rick sinks a 6 footer for par. Bob and Brad both sank their pars, routine for golfers of their caliber. The difference would be my birdie putt.
Finally, it should be noted that a foursome comprised entirely of Bad Golfers played the 15th hole at Sharp Park with a cumulative score of one under par. This is like getting struck by lightning, winning the lottery and crafting a perfect March Madness bracket all at the same time.
Just goes to show the true motivational power of Beer.
How about the "Alister MacKenzie Span"? Or perhaps in honor of the men who helped guide these course improvements through a legal and regulatory maze, the " Bo-Rich Bridge Over Troubled Frog Waters"?
My birdie putt.
The wind off the ocean stiffened considerably, I needed a driver to get to get to the 185 yard green. Which I did. Missed the 18 ft birdie, but got the par. As did Rick.
Playing with Brad, Rick, and Original Bob (OB-1). No wind, warm weather, a hint of blue skies breaking out. We have the course to ourselves. Perfect day.
