“Golf is an ineffectual attempt to put an elusive ball into an obscure hole with implements ill-adapted to the purpose.” — Woodrow Wilson
I have two odd Saticoy golf-stories to share with you. The first occurred a couple of weeks ago on hole #15 (the par 3 facing north with the outhouse on the right). I shanked the drive and the ball went into the round fluffy tree just right and forward of the T-box. I thought I heard something squawk, possible an endangered spotted owl. He must have been a pretty tough old bird because the ball bounced back toward the water cooler. Total drive distance: 10 feet. No problem, all I have to do now is keep the ball low under the tree branches, but high enough to clear the 4″ curb of the cart path. Plus I have to hit it hard enough (4 iron) to get it to bounce along the fairway until it reaches the green. Next shot hits the curb at umpteen hundred mph and goes back up into the tree. If the spotted owl didn’t succumb to my drive, it was surely dead now. Now I’m lying two, hitting three next to same tree with the branches still in the way. I hit the same shot with the same 4 iron and the ball skids down the fairway and onto the green for a one-put and a four.
My second odd golf-story occurred today on hole #18. My drive came to rest in the mud on the right side of the fairway about 150 yards from the green. I figured that if I overpowered my 7-iron a bit, this would compensate for the sucking action of the mud. I actually overpowered it a bit too much. The centrifugal force caused the club head to pull away from my body a bit too much and I shanked the ball. It was a powerful hit towards the parking lot and right into Jack Bonifield’s Honda Odyssey van. It definitely left a golf-sized dent on the rear passenger-side of his ride. I left a note on the vehicle since I didn’t know who it belonged to at the time. No doubt about it, I need to find me a new sport. This one is going to drive me to drinking. If anyone has a golf story they’d like to share, hit my up.
For those of you who haven’t been to our tournaments in the last couple of weeks, we lost one of our club members recently. Philip Poole left us at the age of 82 after a brief illness. His favorite pastimes were listed in the VCStar as playing cards and playing golf. He is probably on that big fairway in the sky headed for the green as we speak. Fare thee well Philip. We will miss you.
Today’s top-dog golfers were Jack Fenelon and John Gonzales who both had a gross score of 85. John also had the best net score with a 63. Way to go guys.
Regards,
Robert Escobedo