Easy -- same as Brent Hutto's: CPC in the morning, and a spirited game of wolf with Bob Huntley at MPCC Shore in the afternoon. Tom Huckaby was in attendance during both rounds, and Ash Towe and Ed Getka played the morning 18.
The morning round at Cypress included the shot of my life. After making my first birdie of the day at the jewel-like 15th, I stood on the magnificent 16th tee for the first time and decided, despite my resolution all summer to hit a three-wood there, to hit driver, because it would have broken my heart to come up short at that great, great hole. Nevertheless, I didn't feel right about the driver in my hand. It wasn't the right club, and I knew it. I turned around, and my caddie was holding the three-wood in his outstretched hand. I exchanged clubs, walked back to the tee and hit the best three-wood I've ever hit, drawing in from the right over the ocean and landing close enough to the hole to give me a brief prayer at immortality (has anyone ever gone 2-1 at Cypress #15-16?) It ended up 20 feet behind the hole and I two-putted. I don't think my feet touched the ground the rest of the day.
Some days are simply touched with magic from beginning to end. After the round at MPCC, we were greatly entertained by Mr. Huntley's stories of the old days in Rhodesia, and upon leaving the club, I was stopped for exceeding the 30 mph speed limit by a CHP patrolman. He let me go without a ticket.