GGGGGOOOOOLLLLLFFFFFF!!!!!!!!

This weekend was a lot of fun, especially if you like golf. Well maybe only if you like golf. We golfed, we ate, we golfed, we swam we golfed, we drank beer, we golfed, we sat in the hot tub, we golfed, we slept and the next day we did it again. We played a lot of best ball. Everyone is already paired up sharing rooms and golf carts so it just makes sense and it speeds up play for more gooooolllllffffff. The betting best ball rules varied from team to team but basically we played a skins tournament style buck a hole for each partner, with carry-overs on a tie. Two bucks for closest to the hole on every par 3 but you had to be on the green to collect. Uncharacteristically Sam and I played fairly well as partners and left the weekend with a few more loonies in our pockets. I was even luckier, on an earlier round Sam was closest to the hole and we each collected 2 bucks from our opponents, but in the next round when I hit two par 3 greens (new partners new rules) Sam also had to pay me two bucks. The greens were in great shape but a little hard. Rarely did we need to measure shots for closest to the hole, most par 3s were won by sticking a green. I started the weekend Friday trying to keep hydrated while playing and flagged down the beer girl more than a few times, spent lots of money and ended up stumbling back to the golf cart after every shot. How did that happen? The more experienced golfers brought cans of beer. That way you can buy one can of beer from the beer girl and then keep waiving her off saying “we’re fine here”. She got suspicious after only selling a six pack but every time she passes by we'd slur “we’re fine and so are you, hahahhhahahahhhahah.” A big expense for me this weekend was lost balls. The main course has an island green that swallowed more of my balls than I like to admit. That sounded dirty but it was even more disgusting than that. Danielle bought me Nike golf balls for Father’s Day but I didn’t want to lose all of them this weekend. I had to buy a few reclaimed golf balls from the pro shop to get me through Sunday. It doesn’t help that play on the course if fairly quick so you don’t get a lot of time to look for balls that just rolled out of bounds. There was a group of 100 American’s also staying at the resort for the weekend so in our weekend golf haze with everyone cancelling tee times to leave early we thought Sunday would be the best of the three days to get in a lot of golf. Turns out the local members golf on Sunday and it was the worst of the three days. We started behind a group of 12 year olds that I was forced to watch hit the ball far and straight every hole. On one hole we pulled the cart forward to wait while they teed off. Again!!! I didn’t want them to hear so had to whisper “eight” to Sam to mark on the scorecard. On about the ninth hole the kids disappear but we are still behind a group of old ladies, who are behind a husband and wife foursome, who are behind…it was just an awful way to end our fabulous golf weekend, but the group behind also detoured onto the other 27 holes so now there was no one behind us. Instead of beating an old lady with a five iron after her fourth waggle from her third twenty-yard shot from the tee, Sam and I decided to beat the bushes to reclaim a few lost balls. After our pockets were full we circled back to replay the previous hole. We did that for a few holes and then we started dropping lots of found balls from 100 or so yards out to practise chipping. Even though Sam was something like 4 out of 5 hitting onto the island green we only practised our putting on the eleventh hole. Our fabulous golf weekend ended nice and relaxing, no score keeping, every time Sam asked I said 3 or 4. Even though some from our group drove their golf cart to the beer store, down and across the road with open beers still in the cup holders, and another drove his cart through a sand trap and another cannon-balled off of the island and tossed quite a few balls to shore, we were still able to reserve rooms for next year same weekend. For the room and cart together Sam and I each paid $278, beer and food is extra. On the drive home we had to agree that 144 holes of golf in three days is a little crazy.

This really was supposed to be a short blog but I guess it’s easier to write more when you’re excited about the topic. Not another laundry night blog. Probably not many non-golfers could have bothered to read all the way to the end. Oh well!! Maybe someone will send me some good cut and paste emails this week.


Check out that golfers tan, I wore shorts, and obviously socks, all weekend. Brought my sandals and wore them once down to the pool. There is a sign on the main entrance door No Spikes but we figure it’s an old sign, before soft spikes. I think most everyone wore his golf shoes almost all weekend. Sam and I checked out Sunday still wearing golf shoes and no one even glanced at our feet. Sorry I didn’t bring my camera but Sam did.