TO COMPLETE THE SLEEMAN SAGA:
The young couple were joined by me and Dan King yesterday morning at Pacific Grove Muni. The early morning fog and overcast meant actually warmer temps than we might have otherwise seen - it was a perfect coastal golf morning.
Two holes into the proceedings, the Sleemans likely knew what they were in for as at that point Dan and I fell into our normal rhythym, pausing the conversation only as briefly as possible, to hit golf shots. This went on all day. Jeez it was fun.
In any case, on the 3rd tee, noticing no one had any advantage, I proposed we do a four-ball, Dan and I against the young pro and his smooth-swinging bride. I figured, hey, it will make things interesting.
And interesting it was, in that it lead to one of the great butt-stompings I can remember receiving.
Dan and I were doing ok up through 6 holes, being only 1 down, losing to a Brian Sleeman birdie on 4. Then we lost 7 and 8 to pars, halved 9... So ok, 3 down through 9, I figure we're setting them up for the comeback and an epic story.
I then proceed to make 4 pars in a row... and we lost three of those holes! Damn Brian birdies 10, 12, 13 and we're closed out 6 & 5. Oh yes it was humbling.
But the ass-kicking couldn't have been administered by a nicer guy. Brian is what I'd want to be if I were actually good at this game - humble, nice, helpful, cool. And take all those words and double them when it comes to his wife, Anna.
Who by the way loves to play golf (although she was looking a little golfed out at the end of this marathon!) and doesn't like to shop.
I leave that out there for consideration for all of you married guys.
In any case, to relate this back to golf course architecture, well... PG Muni remains an absolute joy. I had forgotten how quirky and neat the front nine holes are - there are some greens there that would keep Ed "internal contours are my life" Getka busy for ours. Then one gets to the back nine and it is our little slice of golf heaven. I shall be returning more frequently.