Wednesday Round

On Wednesday it is important to get out early.  Steve and I teed off at 7:20 or so and had a nice run with little waiting until late in the back nine.

Every other week the seniors have a little competition and since they make them putt out everything, they are slow.

I played with them one time and the putt out everything is not a good rule.  The group I played with frequently would have 3 or more putts each and since they all count, they took a lot of time with each one.

There is a joke out there about writing the book, "How to line up your third putt."  Sadly it is no joke with this group. 

The seniors, not liking a slow round themselves, put their slow guys up last.  Then they drag behind and all of us non-competitors move no faster than the slowest group.  Asking the marshal, excuse me, player assistant, to cattle prod the slow guys, rarely works.  Basically it's slow and you want to get out early.

7:30 or so in the middle of the summer is a nice time.  This time of year, it is chilly and wet.  The dew is heavy and waterproof shoes are a really good idea.  I had a friend who liked to play in sandals.  They make them for golf.  His feet were soaked early and often.  He said he didn't mind, but it didn't look like a comfortable condition to me.

I had some goals for my Monday round.  I discarded them for new ones today.  I was determined to stay behind the ball, i.e., staying at the back of the batters' box.  There might have been another, but it has slipped away.

I was pretty successful with this.  I managed to hit most of my drives, only one was pulled.  A few went high right and a bunch found the fairway with reasonable distance.

The rest of the game was just fine, thank you. 

Jackets came off on the 7th hole.  Which is a bit late.  It is kind of a cool day.  It's just reached 80 on the patio and it's about 2:30. 

I had one birdie.  Bunches of pars.  Maybe two double bogeys as a couple penalty shots showed up.  I tried to hit a low slice out from under the trees on 10 and it pushed, caught a limb, and found the arroyo!  My pitch after a drop, was one of my most solid shots.  Alas, the putt didn't fall.

We were done playing about 10:40, so the round took all of 3 hours and 20 minutes.  Steve is like me, a no nonsense player -- just get up to it, grab a club and give it a wack.  He plays a nice game, thought he was a bit off today.  He blames this on painting his fence all day yesterday and then going off to taco Tuesday for $1 tacos and $3 beers.  I suggested that he have 3 tacos per beer and not vice versa.

He is good company and we enjoyed a snack post round.  I pitched the idea of some pickleball to him as he used to play tennis.  There are courts in Livermore.  I went over and looked at them.  I hoped to run into some players, but the park was empty save for a couple of guys just hanging out and another guy on the tennis courts practicing his combat pistol shooting footwork. 

I'm going to keep at this stay behind the ball stuff.  It's the right thing to do and I'm not doing it and when I do it with my irons they are as wonderfully straight as usual.  So there is much to gain and nothing to lose!