Two and a half hours after walking off Rebsamen Park Golf Course, and 15 minutes after walking from a basket of chicken bones at Paul's, I walked and ran (for a total of eight minutes) the 47th Street Loop in 39:21, with mile splits of 13:38, 12:59, and 12:44.
I hit a 2-iron left on No. 6 at Rebsamen, cutting the corner on the 285-yarder, and pulled out a pitching wedge for a 90-yard shot. That's typically a sand-wedge distance for me, but I haven't hit full shots with that club very well lately, so I three-quartered the pitching wedge. The shot looked beautiful, high and soft, but with my shot depth perception, I didn't know how good it was until it bounced a couple of feet from the hole and disappeared for an eagle. I had Nelson Chenault, a local free-lance photographer, as a witness. I scored a 42 for the front nine, a record I believe, but returned to life on the back nine with a 51. Still, 93 ties for my best round of the year.
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