I played a one-man, two-ball, nine-hole scramble* at First-Tee this afternoon in 39, with 1 birdie, 4 pars, and 4 bogies. I birdied No. 5, and pared Nos. 1, 7, 8, and 9. I had to par No. 9 to break 40, and hit two crappy, chunky, 7-irons just over the women's tee-box. But I hit a pitch to 10 feet with my second sand-wedge shot, and dropped my second putt. My longest drives went 270 (no kidding, with helpful wind, about 25 yards past the row of trees on the right on No. 2), 247 (to about 25 yards on No. 1), and 246 (to 70 yards on No. 6).
I'm tired, and hungry as two motherfuckers, but encouraged enough to go scramble with the Wednesday night group at Fort Roots. They start in 58 minutes, at 5:30 p.m. Central.
Oh, the weather's turned spectacular. It's 90 degrees, but breezy and dry as Melba toast.
After Mike Jones and I finished in a three-way tie for third with a 36 in the Fort Roots Wednesday night scramble, and we won in a pitch-off when Mike hit to within about five feet from 25 yards, worth $5, I walked for 33:14 around a loop I measured years ago from the parking lot, past the softball field and around the parade grounds, a couple of times. Man, it was great out there, perfect. I played as well as I ever have in a scramble, about like the first Friday of December, 2007, at La Loma. I drove well, pitched great, hit a sand wedge to four feet on No. 6, the 100-yard par 3, and hit two 10-foot putts, plus a big curler from six feet for birdie on No. 9.
*I hit two shots each time and played the best, like in a two-man scramble
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