The 10th
I'm thrilled to see the pin on the tournament green in the front left center. I'm curious why my host says that we can hit some extra balls off of the tee. I don't think he saw history making in my swing from the previous nine holes. I'm thinking of all the times I have given people crap for stealing shots by hitting mulitiple balls and realize that without insulting my host I'm going to have to take one shot and live with it. We were alone on the tee as we waited for the group ahead to vacate the soon occupied green. A three club wind is at our backs taking lay up out of the question. My host, as pure a ball striker as he is generous, hits his typically beautiful ball of fine tajectory and flight which makes a bee line for the pin only to be struck dead by a slight fade on the end. His hole is done. My only swing thought is to make contact and see where it takes me. The ball starts out low and stays that way as it makes its way towards the right edge of the left front bunker. Our caddie begs for a fade as my ball disappears into a shadow on its historical treck. A sense of relief overcomes me as my host doesn't insist on me hitting another ball as it appears I have hit a shot adequate to get a feel for the hole. The excitement starts as we get what must have been 70 yds from the hole but felt like 700 when the caddie exclaims in a sense of wonderment that my ball is on the green near the hole. Instantly the weight of history starts the long climb from my legs through my hands up squarely onto my shoulders. I've got a chance to make two on the 10th at Riviera. My friends will love me, women will want to be me, children will drop rose peddles on my path home later in the week. I'm in LA and the world is mine. It is a simple twelve foot putt staight up the hill with a slight right to left break. The greens are rolling a receptive nine. Even the wind stops to watch. My host was kind enough to give me my putt for par.
I think it can be confirmed that I walked to the 11th tee with all the courage of a dictator at the gallows. Funny thing about when history presents its self to you and you fail to get what want but get what you need best. I don't know that I could have lived with myself if I had made that duece and I'm sure my friends couldn't have.
Just in case you feel some need to delete that - and I have no idea why you ever would - well, now it won't help.
THAT WAS ABSOLUTELY CLASSIC, POST OF THE YOUNG YEAR WITHOUT A DOUBT.
I laughed, I cried, I didn't have to wave my ten bucks goodbye...
Seriously, that was really, really fun reading. Many thanks, JK.
And you're right, in the end, the deuce there would have been impossible to live down, or live up to. You're better off.
TH
ps - what's funny is the reports were you knocked it to 6 inches.... now if you missed twice from there, well I suggest you read the "Yips" thread going on right now.