Upon arrival, I was ready to walk the course until Mr. Man paid for a cart. At that point, there was no way I was going to walk...I mean, he'd already paid for it. One the first hole, I found my bright orange "hope" golf ball, stood on the tee box, breathed in the sweet smell of freshly cut green grass and smacked my ball a good 15 feet...maybe even 20. Things didn't get much better from there.
On the second hole, I hit a great first shot and proceeded to lose my ball, causing the people behind us to become very impatient. Once I found it, I spent 4 hits on getting the ball the other 200 yards to the pin in increments of 10 feet at a time. I think I made a 13 on that hole. I was doing great!
Hole Three started off great! I had the best drive of the group. I hit my second shot only to land in a rough so deep, I couldn't even find my ball without moving all the grass. We're talking knee high prairie grass. Once my brother found it, I spent a good three or four hits trying to get it out of the rough. It was absolutely atrocious. Every time I did something awesome, I ruined it. It was like self sabotage. My golf clubs did not want me winning. The one bright spot of my day was taking this picture.
The other fun part of my day was that my brother had the worst lie in a sand trap I have ever seen. Maybe a quarter of an inch of the ball was above the sand. It was totally buried and it made me giggle!
I was disappointed though because Mr. Man had the chance to win the game and he choked on his ninth hole putt.
Overall, I learned that I need to go golfing more.
