Opening Day Results
For those of you that bowed out gracefully (cowards!) you really missed it.
The weather, I mean. You really missed it. Or maybe you didn’t.
We stacked up at 5:30 at Berrrien Hills, with a total of five showing up. Bob decided to get there an hour early to make sure he didn’t miss the tee time, but the rest of us showed up with plenty of time to spare.
The ominous clouds to the south threatened to deliver the death blow to our round, but after checking out the bright red and yellow smile on the local radar, we figured, ‘how bad could it get?’
Rain finally let loose on number 11, and threatened to drive us off the fairway, but only for a minute. The carts had nice rain tops to keep the clubs dry, but us Floggers had to get in and out, so we got a little wet.
Within a few minutes, the front blew through and the temperature dropped a few degrees to somewhere in the vicinity of minus 215 degrees Fahrenheit.
Snug in our wind jackets, (I left mine in the Jeep) and our rain gloves, (I left mine at home), the temperature didn’t seem to bother us too much, though occasionally a bird would freeze solid in flight and drop to the ground, and every once in a while, your frozen Titleist would shatter into a cloud of icy golf ball core needles,
The weather spat and
fussed for about 5 holes, but by 16, it had blown by
and the sun came out, which made it easier to see our
balls splashing into the various creeks, ponds,
rivers, and lakes that they call hazards at Berrien
Hills.
Ha, I say, bring it on!
So it was a little wet,
and the greens were faster than we’d seen them in a
long time, especially in the wet, but in the end it
was all good fun and we had a great time looking for
lost balls and shaking our fists at the clouds, and
emptying the water out of our shoes.
What a game! Now I understand why dedicated Floggers
just keep coming back!
See you out there next week.
