Saturday was awful. Shot an 87 and I was so ****ed off I snapped my pitching wedge on the 15th hole. I had zero good shots. I didn't even want to hit the ball when I addressed it.
Not as bad as my sunday. I was playing pretty well on the front nine. No birdies, but nothing horrible.
The back nine started out with a stellar tee shot that rolled into the woods. Lost ball. I managed a bogey. On the next hole, I realized that the people I was playing with (and gambling with) were not playing by the rules....taking mulligans. One guy shot two tee shots into the woods and still gave himself a 4 on a par 3. They would stop counting their scores at 8. I gave them 17 strokes for the round, based on what I thought their handicaps would be, but I wound up getting screwed because they were cheating. No real hard feelings there, except on principal.
But the stinger, on the 17th hole, I had just pulled a shot into the woods on a my second shot on a cool little par 4, and I was standing, waiting for this guy to hit mulling over my plan of attack for my next shot. I was about 30 feet to his right, 10 feet forward of where he was. I wasn't looking at the guy. I hear him swing, yell, "Oh ****!", turn around to see what had happened, and got beaned right in the left jaw with his ball. Man that hurt like hell. He hit a solid 6 iron about 80 degrees off line and totally nailed me. Poor guy felt awful about it, but it was my own darned fault for not paying attention.
Worst part of it was, I got a triple bogey on that hole because I was so dazed.
I feel very lucky it didn't hit my eye or ear. One of my careers would have been over.
