So I approached the first tee for our 7am tee time with a touch of alcohol left in my blood stream from last night. It happened to be damn good vino, a 2004 Agharta Syrah. It was aged for 58 months in French oak casks! That sounds insane... but it was insanely good! Sorry, I digress...
Well, something clicked and I lucked into an 89.... yup, broke 90! I really think it was the golf gods fucking with me, like a pitcher setting up a batter for a high heat punch out with an inside off speed pitch. Translation... it will only make my next 105 more painful. This is a sick game. Here is our scorecard... sweet.
Sunday was two ball day. For non golfers, this means there are actually nine two ball matches running at the same time among our foursome. For example player one is in three separate matches with each of the other three members of the foursome, and so on. In any case, within our group there was a three way tie for low score. Cregan-Andreozzi 61, Cregan-Goodwin 61 and Andreozzi-Goodwin 61 We will see how it hold up against the rest of the field tomorrow morning.
Goodwin played rock steady, Perryman had the golden horse shoe firmly in place using various horticulture throughout the course to set up his approach shots, and Cregan was holing out like he was dropping two foot putts.
Perryman had a massive quadruple bogie at the turn while eating breakfast when he pontificated that either summer tomatoes or fresh bananas are the most enticing and desirable things to eat in the world. Hello Perryman?
We also decided in a moment of masochistic weakness to play from the tips in two weeks. Been there, done that... its not going to be pretty for me. The only good news is that I have a decent chance of landing my drives on the nine holer tee boxes and still maintaining a fairway lie.
An awesome day... peace.
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