We have a season-long, two man best ball tournament at our club. Tuesday eve my partner and I won our match 5&3. I shot 67, which is the best round I've ever played. I missed two fairways and one green all night, with a 3 putt and the one missed green causing the only two blemishes on the card. Every iron was dead at the flag. With each dart thrown, my buddies who were our opponents were having a fit and it was great. With the sun going down, the match completed, they wanted to get in the full 18 because they knew what I had going. I was 3 Under the last 4 holes, almost holing out on the 16th from the fairway and almost a hole in one on the par 3 last. It was an awesome night.
I've really struggled the last two seasons. Handicap went from 1 to now a 4 and my scores are all over the map. At 59 I've been wondering if my best golf is behind me. Now I know it's not. It's in there. I just need to bring it out. July 4th shot 70, now this! Funny thing is, one of the buddies I beat the other night is the one who a few weeks ago noticed a bad takeaway move and helped me fix it. He wasn't happy getting beat, but was supportive of the round I played. It was so much better doing it in front of friends who are good competitors, versus a couple of mopes who would have been downers to play with. Last night was league night, word had gotten out and I was getting a lot of shouts. Fun times!
Now... to see if I can keep the magic flowing this weekend in our club championship. I've taken second several times and face some stiff competition again, with several plus handicappers in the field.