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Okay, after a several hour delay, the lightning has allegedly stopped.
I’ve had several cocktails.
Can I finish 18 holes (in any order) before giving up or getting soaked?
Drunk golf commences now.
I’ve had several cocktails.
Can I finish 18 holes (in any order) before giving up or getting soaked?
Drunk golf commences now.
Okay, first hole was a bit dicey but we emerged with a bogey. Now on to a rainswept #2.
Par 5. I can’t cut that corner but per the prior post, several cocktails inclines me to try.
Par 5. I can’t cut that corner but per the prior post, several cocktails inclines me to try.
They sounded the horn. Some say that means “lightning in the area”.
I say it means “Carry on, Vikings. Carry on.”
And so I shall. Plus-two after two. Par 3 awaits.
I say it means “Carry on, Vikings. Carry on.”
And so I shall. Plus-two after two. Par 3 awaits.
An unpleasant arrival in the sand left me at +3 after three but the scattering of the more lightning-afraid golfers has left me with ample room to recover.
On to a testy par 5 we go.
On to a testy par 5 we go.
Settled for a working man’s par on my 4th.
Wind has picked up. Course is desolate - in no small part due to the softer golfers running for shelter.
I see no reason to cloister oneself inside.
Thus, to the 5th we go. A longish Par 4.
Wind has picked up. Course is desolate - in no small part due to the softer golfers running for shelter.
I see no reason to cloister oneself inside.
Thus, to the 5th we go. A longish Par 4.
Not going to lie. Made a real mess of that last one. +5 after five.
Some risk I may get chased down by the lightning cops insofar as I hopped back to a hole within sight of the clubhouse.
Anyway. Let’s do this. Long par 3. Using a yellow ball so as to prove temporary insanity
Some risk I may get chased down by the lightning cops insofar as I hopped back to a hole within sight of the clubhouse.
Anyway. Let’s do this. Long par 3. Using a yellow ball so as to prove temporary insanity
Okay, now it’s getting a little nuts. They sounded the horn again - which, again, I take as a Viking invocation to press on - yet, likely means otherwise.
Presently hiding in the bushes to evade the course police.
They’ll never take me alive.
Presently hiding in the bushes to evade the course police.
They’ll never take me alive.
+7 after 7. Perhaps running from the law is taking its toll. Plus, I’m a terrible putter.
Lesser men are in the clubhouse though. I press on undeterred.
Lesser men are in the clubhouse though. I press on undeterred.
Behold.
All of nature’s glory illuminated by the simple prism of rain.
Glorious.
I wept. Then I sank the putt.
+7 after 8.
All of nature’s glory illuminated by the simple prism of rain.
Glorious.
I wept. Then I sank the putt.
+7 after 8.
Still no one but me on the course.
I suspect an arrest may be awaiting me at the clubhouse.
Whatever. Worth it.
+11 thru 12.
I suspect an arrest may be awaiting me at the clubhouse.
Whatever. Worth it.
+11 thru 12.
So, the dream has died.
The course has indeed been closed apparently.
They were less than amused by my unflinching commitment to completing a hasty round.
Not even the remnant of the earlier rainbow perked their spirits.
Sigh. It was fun while it lasted.
The course has indeed been closed apparently.
They were less than amused by my unflinching commitment to completing a hasty round.
Not even the remnant of the earlier rainbow perked their spirits.
Sigh. It was fun while it lasted.
