My late uncle the golf pro once told me and
anyone else who he instructed that no matter how tough you play all the holes
of a golf course, it’s the last hole and how well you play it that will keep you
coming back for more. If that’s true, after a mediocre overall round at Lonnie Poole
Golf Course Saturday, there will be plenty of additional rounds of golf in my
future. There were two last holes to recount at the 19th hole.
Because of a terrible winter, the fairways
and fringes of the Raleigh course at NC State University are not in very good
condition. Some of the tees are suspect primarily because of the amount of play
there. The greens with bent grass surfaces are actually in good condition
except for the pitch marks that many players simply refuse to fix. It’s a
public golf course, and for some reason, the public doesn’t care to help take
care of it. That’s also obvious with footprints in the sand bunkers
which were renovated recently and are much more playable than previously.
Iif you play the ball as it lies
year-round, while it would be nice to have a solid base of Bermuda under the
ball on ever shot from the fairway, while it would be nice to have closely mowed grass encircling the greens, hitting from bare spots or from dead (not just
dormant) grass is not an issue, at least not for me. Hit it, find it, hit it again. You learn to pick the ball
from the turf or just make sure you connect with the ball before the ground.
You make the best of it, running the ball onto the putting surface instead of
landing it short and expecting a bounce. That’s just not going to happen with
the current fringes. It’s a grind out there with those
conditions, hitting ball to the best positions you think are there and
proceeding to do the same with the next shot.
Saturday, playing with my two
brothers and a brother-in-law of one brother, was a fun day. Approaching the
9th tee, my score was a fine 3-over par. A drive and a 58 degree wedge on the
395-yard par 4 placed me just a couple of feet from the cup. The putt went in
for birdie 3 and a 38 on the front. The back side was not so kind to my scoring.
Approaching the 18th, a 441-yard par 4, the total score was not important. A
very good drive placed my ball about 190 yards from the green. A five iron shot
to the left of the green took the slope just perfect and my ball rolled onto the green and stopped about
7 feet beyond the cup. With a slight break to the left, my putt was smooth and
there was a second birdie on my card. “What did you shoot?” was asked of me
later. “Birdies on 9 and 18!” was the only answer. There’s more golf ahead for
me.
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