3 sleeves of PROv1s, 4 pair of underwear, and a 97 ... the nightmare at Agawam ends well!

Nervous doesn't begin to explain the nightmare that was my mind, spiraling out of control trying desperately not to vomit, not to crap my pants, and still swing a club with some semblance of a golfer. My first hole was the 16th at Agawam, in the tenth group (otherwise known as the pots and pans division,) out in search of the Donald Ross Cup. I get up with about a 205 yard shot on a par three with no water in play, unless you shank it sideways. Nice thought Dave. I come totally out of the swing and toe my first shot right into the drink. WOW. What an total loser asshole.

I take my drop and I am looking at about 145yrds from a shitty lie. DUFF CITY. Can I go home? Shot four hurls right, directly into the sand trap. I am now lying four in the sand (my worst possible shot in the bag) thinking I made a BIG mistake by taking up the stupid sport. I actually hit a perfect sand shot that hits the stick gently and deflects sideways four feet. Knees a klankin" I got up a drained the fucker to walked off with a six.  Bottom line, I lose to two players and beat a third that scored an eight to start my match.  What a weird game.

 

As you can see by the three cards above (for the three separate matches at one time) I played my first 3 holes, 16, 17, and 18 like Stevie Wonder...going 6,6,6. I continued nervous through seven holes. I was down 4-2, down 5-1, and tied 2-2. Not a good start. At that point something happened...don't know...I actually relaxed, and got 5 pars and 4 birdies in the next ten holes. That is about as good as I can play. I finished the final matches getting 8 1/2 points. Pretty cool ending, but here is the funny part,  I was through 17 holes... sitting pretty, before I drove one in to the shit on 18 on my way to a round ending nasty 9 carded on the final hole. On that hole I actually tied one of my competitors with my final 2 footer for a match win and 2 points... My 9 with a stroke to his 8 for a tie! Are you kidding me. Anyway, RICC won the tournament by 1 1/2 points.What a great experience. What wonderful team. Any what unbelievable sportsmanship.

A big wet kiss to Carol At RICC who thought of me as a last minute filler! Luv ya babe!