Today was brutal. I hoped for a nice round in preparation for this week’s Military Retiree Golf Tournament at Barksdale AFB. A norther’ blew through. And blew. About 35 knots steady with gusts. We were all beat up by the end of the round. The best score in our group of ten was 89. I won’t mention any of the others. I hit a pitching wedge into the wind from 75 yards–barely enough. I hit a sand wedge that started coming back at me. Downwind I nearly drove the temporary green on one of our 5-pars. My chip over a bunker flew the green, and I managed to only card a par.
And the forecast for the tournament this week is rain the first two days. I can deal with wet conditions, but one of the courses we play (on the second day, no less) collects water. It is very flat, and doesn’t drain well.
It will still be fun. Time with my folks, my aunt and uncle–my other parents–and a bunch of old GIs playing golf.
Let it rain.