You ever have one of those days when you have 100% mentally committed to play, "no matter what"? Have you wondered about the limits of "no matter what?"
In Buffalo, we have been blessed by a fairly mild winter thus far, and I have spend the last few weeks alternating between sledding with my son on 1-2 inches of snow and then golfing on the off days when it melts. Saturday was gorgeous here, with highs in the mid 40s (aka "shorts weather"), but I was unable to get away. Even though the forecast for Sunday was only a high of 29, the wind was expected to be light, so I maintained a glimmer of hope.
I called Byrncliff around 9:00 am and asked "are you letting the crazies out on the course today?" The answer was yes, but "no carts" (no problem here). As a result, the call went out to Ron Montesano and JNC Lyon to make the trek for an expected 10:30 tee off. I was 100% committed to playing "no matter what." What's a little sub-freezing temperature?
On New Year's Day, we kicked off the 2012 Season and dealt with a few holes like this:
But something strange happened on the way to Byrncliff. Around 10:00, the snow started falling and sticking. It didn't look good as we pulled in.
We may have left, but I felt bad that JNC was already an hour into his drive from Rochester, and would have bought him brunch at the restaurant. As I walked through the clubhouse, I saw the woman who had answered my call at 9:00.
"I'm so sorry - I swear it was green when you called"
"No problem - we'll still grab some brunch. Just a quick question - are we
forbidden from playing?"
"No - you can go out of you don't mind putting through the snow."
And with that, I was fully committed again, but still had to convince my cohorts.
"Guys, just so you know, we're not
forbidden from playing. I think I'm going to do it" Surprisingly, it took very little effort to convince them.
As we descended toward the 1st tee, Mac Plumart's tagline of "Sportsman / Adventure Loving Golfer" was mentioned, and emboldened us for our quest (the Wild Turkey in the flask provided contributory inspiration).
First Tee at Byrncliff - you need to avoid the light poles and snow fence set up for the coming Cross Country Ski season.
Messrs Lyon, Lynch & Montesano (Note the Pink Noodle Ice and Yellow Spongebob balls).
The follow-through only a young 20-something Tebow Wannabe can hold:
Mr Montesano's robotic, ever-repeating swing conquers the uphill 5th the same as mid-July (you can see the pink ball between the last two evergreens on the right side of the fairway)
The 9th Green - Note the trail of the 20 footer that found the bottom of the cup.
Alas, the day was called after 9 holes. We needed time to spend some money at the Clubhouse Bar for their generosity in enabling our adventure, as well as journey to the Wales Hotel for the Annual Chili Cookoff, all before the Tebow Kickoff.
It's the first time I recall my Christmas lights being packed away before my clubs, so it's been a great season. The forecast for Tuesday shows a high of 41, and I am playing "no matter what."