Scratching my head, and blowing my nose

Ok, so today Joan and I took advantage of the end what seems like 3 straight weeks of rain. The weather has just sucked here lately. We woke to find thick fog and very wet grass, but by 9:30 the fog had cleared and it was apparent that it was not going to rain, so off we went.

Joan had not played in two weeks and I have been battling a cold for the past few days.

My round started with a solid triple on the first hole. I can attribute the poor start to distractions on the tee from the tournament crowd milling about behind the tee, stiffness in my back from the cold and various other excuses. I hit two trees on the way to my fine snowman and off we went to the second hole. After a bogie there, I hit two more trees on the next hole and carded my second triple in three holes. Yikes.

I parred #4 and 5 and thought that maybe I had righted the ship, but no way. After snapping my next tee shot down to the bottom of a steep hill I managed to card a solid double and just shook my head. After lipping out for birdie on #7 I limped home with back to back bogies. The number 47 looked pretty ugly on the card as we headed to the 10th tee.

I kind of wrote off the front nine to my cold, the very wet conditions and the horrendously slow pace of play.

After parring 10, 11 and 12, I bladed a wedge over the green on 13 and made a really dumb bogie, oh well my round sucked anyways so no big deal. I nailed my drive on 14 and canned a 10 footer for birdie to wipe out the stupidity on the last hole. Pars on 15 and 16 kept me at even par on the back.

I tried to drive the green on 17 and left if just short and ended up in the wet rough. I chipped to about 10 feet and when Joan had the same putt that I did I got a good read on it and drained my birdie put to get to one under on the back!

A big drive and a five wood to about 20 feet on the par five 18th left me with an eagle putt for a 33 on the back. I hit a good putt, but missed on the high side and kicked it in for a birdie.

A two-under 34 on the back after a really ugly 47 on the front meant an 81 with two triples and a double. In the end not a bad score if you don't look too deep. Go figure: clueless on the front and on fire on the back. My nails are worn down from scratching my head trying to understand this goofy game.