2nd 18 of the day. First 18 was Oxford Cup Match at 7:15 with Jeff L and Don V. Keith and I lost, big time, and were eliminated in the semi final round. Neither of us were on our game. Didn't play poorly, just both off a bit.
In any case, after lunch in the bar, decided to go hit some balls to work on a few things. Hit two buckets. Was getting sore. Then decided to call it a day. Changed out of golf shoes, put bag in trunk and was walking back to cart to return to barn when I hear "Doug, Doug." It was Richie looking to go out and play. Somehow he talked me and my weary body into it. I think it was the disappointed look on his face when I told him I was pooped and headed home for a nap and some Advil. I caved. Went back to my car and pulled out my clubs, put on my shoes and re-loaded up the cart and out we went. Nel P. saw us and asked if we had room, then ran over and grabbed a cart and joined us.
Played okay, but by the middle of the back nine I was running out of gas and sore as hell. Back was tightening up. Came in on fumes. Hit approach into front left bunker on 18. Then chopped it out and into the next bunker fronting the green. 2nd bunker shot got me to about 8 feet and sunk the putt to save bogey. Was glad it was over.
Afterward, went back into the club for dinner....and more Advil. Spent 14 hours there today.
