Oxford University by Ed Nelson

Author:Ed Nelson [Nelson, Ed]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Eastern Shore Publishing
Published: 2019-12-16T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

Saturday was my make it or break day for the US Open sectional. I wanted to win and qualify cleanly for the main tournament in June.

The day started out like last week. The first hole was a Birdie. The second hole was where my practice started to pay off. Last week I two-putted for par, today it was a Birdie.

I birdied three and four again. I had a Bogey on five last week. Today it was a Birdie. This was due to all my practice. My putt was never in doubt. This was one of the greens where I chose a different landing spot. It was a longer putt but I had a higher percentage chance of making it. I drained it in.

The par-three sixth hole had me nervous. I was putting for a Birdie and I rimmed it. I swear it rolled around the cup rim at least a dozen times until it dropped. John later told me it dropped halfway round. He must need glasses.

The seventh hole about got me and I was glad to get off with a par. A stray gust caught my ball and put it in the rough. It took one putt to save par.

Eight and Nine were both pars. Nine was one of those I had practiced putting the most but I still two-putted for the par.

At the turn my family had me set up fine for food so I wasn’t about to fall over from hunger on the course. I only ate half my sandwich as I didn’t want to carry a heavy lunch. I suspect there would be penalties for taking a nap on the green.

I started out with a Birdie on ten. I had a string of pars on eleven through thirteen. Fourteen a par three was an easy Birdie. At this point, I was eight under.

Fifteen was a Bogey for me last week. I had changed my landing spot, again taking a longer putt but a better chance of making it. I made it for another Birdie.

Sixteen gave me its usual gift of a Birdie.

Seventeen had been a Bogey due to poor putting. Today instead of taking four putts I put it in with two for another Birdie. I finished eighteen with a par.

The golf gods had been kind. I was ten under and killing the field.

Another sandwich and a quick trip to the men’s room had me ready to start the next eighteen. I never paid attention to the other golfers in my foursome unless there was a question about who was furthest from the hole. I did take a look and two of them looked a little worse for the wear. Evidently, they didn’t run four or five miles every morning.

While the golf gods smiled on the first eighteen they frowned at me on the next set. Not a disaster and maybe I got overconfident. Not to drag a sordid story out I finished the second eighteen even. It still left me ten under for the day but I had my comeuppance.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.