Last weekend my *golden putter* died and being worried what a new putter would do to my short game, I scrounged around until I located my old, beat-up putter that had formerly been my *golden putter*. I was just relieved I had not thrown it into the trash during a fit of golf course rage, which of course, I've never had. (Ahem!) Since we were playing a shamble, my partner would be depending on me to take care of chips and putts.
On Friday night, as everyone was arriving and getting settled in, we were blessed with a huge thunderstorm that took temperatures lower than predicted. When we teed off early Saturday morning, the sky was as blue and clear as it gets, with barely a cloud in sight. Teams and partners were drawn the night before and I had one of the top players as my partner, an Irishman from Boston, who came to Texas to work in the oil business. He's also one of the top players at our golf club, although he and I had never been paired before. I admit being a little beyond nervous but I also knew that my short game is on fire at the moment, which is where I come in handy as a partner. Well, I suppose my high handicap was also a major factor. I received pops on every hole, allowing
When scores were at last tallied (with handicaps figured in) I shot a sweet 82.
I tell you, I was sinking putts left and right. Really. Long. Putts. It was the most fun I've ever had during tournament play and I wasn't even
Sunday morning we all rose, packed everything up, and headed to the golf course. I was paired with the hubby of one of my closest friends, whose name is Steve. He is also an amazing golfer and I felt lucky to be paired with him. I continued to drop putts in the hole and it was beginning to make me light-headed. It's like walking around on Cloud Nine. So, we became a tag team of sorts. He set up the shots and I knocked them down. We won First Place on Sunday too, which was nothing short of complete and total amazement for me. All totaled, I won over $100.00. Yay me!
On Sunday I shot an 85! Shhhh! Don't tell anyone but I'm almost beginning to feel like A Real Golfer in spite of my high handicap, even though I was highly dependent upon my partner's tee shots. I can dream, can't I?