Well, the Myrtle Beach adventure is history and I'm back home talking about my experiences. Seems like I always have some drama to talk about. But before that, let me say that it was a great experience. After starting in first place in my flight on the first day, I had serious doubts that it could get BETTER....and I was right.
The second day was disaster at a course I disliked immensely, along with alot of other players. The third day was better, but surely not great. I think my brain had given up after the second day's scores, which is something that I have to overcome when I play long tournaments. The last day ended up being a good one because I knew I was out of the running.....unless I scored a 54....so there was no pressure. I just had fun.
I ended up in 21st place in my flight of 48, so I wasn't embarrassed. I learned today that a 74 year old man won the tournament yesterday with a score of 74 gross/69 net. There was also a man that got hit by a golf ball that was shanked by someone in his foursome. He ended up with 12 stitches, but he came back and finished the tournament....with a headache! Let me tell you, these players are DEDICATED.
Now for my disaster....On the last day of play, I had to drive to a North Carolina course, about 45 minutes north of our condo. I get in the car and type the address into the GPS, and there is no match found. Great. So now I'm driving along in this foreign land, holding the Mapquest instructions and trying to read where to turn next. I was a nervous wreck by the time I arrived. The brochure that was provided to us with the addresses failed to show "North" in the address.
I go to the Pro Shop and had them call the course from the day before to see if they found my camera. Yes they did, and they gave it to one of the 47 other ladies in my flight to give to me. Great. I'm relieved, so now I go down to get my putter so I can hit the putting green since I've now run out of time to trek down to the driving range.
I get to the cart where my bag is attached. There is NO PUTTER. Panic. I tracked down the dude that had taken my clubs and told him my putter was missing. He told me that it had fallen off the bag so he just put it INSIDE my bag. However, my putter wasn't IN my bag. Oops!
He must have put it in the wrong bag! I spent the entire time going cart to cart digging in everyone's bag looking for my putter, even after they had made announcements asking people to look in their bags. Ten minutes before tee time, I still had no putter so I went and borrowed one from the Pro Shop. When I arrived back at my cart, someone came running with my putter and the crowd of ladies erupted in applause! Success! So I get to start my round with no driving range practice and not a clue about the roll of the greens. What the heck! Let's just enjoy.
But what about my camera? I was in a threesome that day, and the golf gods were with me, because one of the ladies in my threesome was the lady they gave my camera to. What's the chances? The other lady in that threesome was a lovely lady from Guademala. She had no GPS or range finder, so I became her personal caddy. She ended up winning low net for the day. I was proud for her.
If any of you want to combine golf with a family vacation, Myrtle Beach is a great place to do it during the World Am. There is all kinds of activities for the whole family and shopping like you've never seen before. The tournament is held every year the week before Labor Day, so keep it in mind for next year.
