yes, it's only 477 from the whites,
but there was wind in our face,
gusting up to 3-club wind.
I hit one of my patented wind-cheater drives,
maybe 30 ft up in the air was all,
with just a touch of fade
to fight against the wind
quartering against us from the right . . .
I'd guess 260 with the roll down a couple of tiers,
next to the giant old native pecan tree
that guards the inside of the dogleg . . .
those trees are common on this course --
bushy as shrubs,
you got to go around, over, or under 'em, you can't go thru 'em. . .
then off a down-hill, side-hill, hanging lie,
busted my 7wood, pushed just a smidge,
but my natural-hook, hook-lie, hook-wind
all guided it away from the copse of trees
that guard the green on the right,
so that my ball rolled all the away across the green,
front-to-back,
to 15 ft from the back pin,
just off the fringe in the patchy rough
between two mounds.
I could see the line like it was stenciled in the grass,
it broke 3 feet left-to-right
then swerved back left at the cup
-- nothing but cup --
i didn't make another putt all day
7 3-jacks, plus another 2 missed-birdies
with my marker, Mr Science still setting the pace.
i *say* that my only goal in life left now is to shoot my age,
but an albatross would be nice, too.
but as i also say,
i thought trying for more eagles would get me more birdies,
but instead i get more double-bogeys . . .
i'm not sure what would happen
if i tried for albatrossi . . . 8^D . . .
