So back at it a day late and, as the title reads, no pictures.
It was a busy weekend with poker on Friday night and golf on Saturday. With the tournament on Saturday morning I brought just iced tea to drink at the game. It was one of those poker runs, where I couldn't catch a cold. I got there at 7 PM and we played until 8:45 and then broke for dinner. I had not won a single hand in the 105 minutes that I played. I was down about $50 and not feeling too good about cards. I brought about $90 in quarters and was ready to make it an early night. We had some chili with Fritos and sour cream, diced onions and cheddar cheese. It was good and my luck started to change. I won the second hand when we returned to cards. My luck was better, but not great on the second half of cards and I ended up losing about $35 on the night. The poker is really secondary. I always want to win, but the chance to visit with these men and share our lives is what is the best part of our poker nights. Steve wouldn't agree and he's ALL about the cards, but we truly enjoy the laughs.
I played at 9:05 on Saturday morning and the guy that I was playing is not a regular golfer in the club. He makes sure that he gets his five play dates a year and then he qualifies for the club championship. With the regular golfers we have a better idea if they are manipulating their handicap. This guy may not be, but he hits the ball a mile off the tee. He is a blue tee golfer and was regularly hitting the ball past my drives from the white tees. I decide to just play my game and let the chips fall where they landed. I actually beat him on the front nine and was 1 up after 9. I shot 40 to his 41. On the back nine, he really heated up and had a stretch on 10-14 where he went par-bogey-par-birdie-birdie. I went bogey, bogey, double bogey-bogey-par to fall three down with four to play. I was pretty down and he was one under on the back to my +5. I was able to make a game of it and hit my next drive on the par three to 8 feet (closest to the pin on the day) and parred the hole to get back to two down. I parred the par five 16th to match him and end up dormie in the match. I finished par-bogey to his bogey-bogey and tied him at all square after 18 (I had q stroke on 18).. It was a fierce come back and I think I used up all of my mojo. Both Paul and Ron, who had won their matches earlier, jumped in a cart and followed me in the playoff and Steve, who I had ridden with on the day, lost on 18, but decided to ride along as well. He hit first and had a soaring drive that hit the trees on the left side of the fairway. I hit a good drive that was about 125 yards in. We got up and helped him look for his ball in the trees and couldn't find it. I looked out in the fairway and there it was about 80 yards from the green. Nothing like a little good luck in a playoff, eh? I managed to smother my wedge shot and left it short of the green in a divot. He hit a beautiful shot hat landed about three feet from the hole and stopped dead. I had to put my chip close and hope he missed his put. Unfortunately, the lie was awful and I skulled the ball across the green. I chipped to about 12 feet and made the putt for five. He got up and knocked in the three footer for the win.
I shook hands with him and he said, "I beat you two up". Uh, no, he beat me after 19, 1 up. He said I had 3 and you had 5. Yep. He was a little confused on the concept, but it showed him winning after 19 in the posted results. I shot 83 and 82 in the tournament and although I had a few putts I'd like to have back, I really couldn't have played much better. My net scores for the two days were 66 and 65. Unfortunately, he shot an 80, net 65 as well on Saturday. I hated missing the final on Saturday, but David (who beat me) went on to win our flight, so it was all good. That couple of weeks that I took off while Sam was here really helped to refocus me and I have slowed down my swing and I'm really working on my tempo and it is working. I'm trending to a 15.4 golf index and am down from a high of 19.1 in May. That was when it was a real struggle for me. Now it seems to be coming a lot easier and I'm much more confident.
We had Darla's parents over on Sunday for a barbecue dinner. We had planned to swim and relax, but got into a serious conversation about life and family and we never made it out of the family room. I finally got up and got the hamburgers on the grill and Darla served the potato salad. We didn't get the cell phones out and take pictures as the conversation was so intense. We talked about church and their new pastor and our new pastor and it was a nice family time.
I had put the water on in the pool to top it off and forgot about it (always set a timer). The water is right at the top of the tile line and just short of the overflow pipe. I doubled down on my mistake when I turned on the front sprinklers when we got back from the park with Sam and remembered right before I went to bed and the water was pouring down the street. It was a big oops night.
Darla has finished up her painting in the kitchen and I put up new curtain rods and curtains on the windows. We have one of the windows that has an air lock leak and is cloudy that I need to get fixed. I had planned on the guy here in the neighborhood doing the work, but he hasn't called me back. I'd like to get those done soon as we will get the sliders in later this month.
Well, this is short, but I am short on news. Samantha started fifth grade today. Can you believe that? The girl is growing up fast. Have good week and I'll return for more next week. Ciao.
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