For the first time in my life I played golf on back to back days. Technically you could almost say I played 2.5 rounds of golf in 2 days. No, not because I suck and hit the ball so much (though I do and did) but because I played two full rounds of golf and went to the driving range and hit 100 balls in between.
Sadly the weekend didn't really have a positive net impact on my game.
On Sunday my father, my brother Chris, my brother Joe, and I went to Sugarwood, my favorite course in the area, and played 18. On the front nine I had my best start ever shooting a 48 (included 3 pars!). However, on the back nine I fell back into my old game and shot a miserable 59 for a total of 107. It was disappointing because I had a decent chance to break 100 finally and failed. When we got home my neighbor, a 12 year old, wanted to go to the driving range because he had just gotten some clubs for his birthday. He lives with his grandparents (neither of whom golf) so I took him and Joe up to the range and we each hit 100 balls. Then, on the way back we scheduled a game for the following day back at Sugarwood.
On Monday it was just the three of us; Joe, my neighbor, and I, for the first nine holes. I started off poorly shooting a 54 and finished off in similar fashion with a 61. However, because my front nine wasn't so good I didn't even really notice that the back nine was going worse than the day before. In fact, I felt better about my back nine precisely because I didn't have a good set of holes to compare it against. Sunday's back nine was really, really frustrating. So bad, in fact, that I was losing my temper - something I pretty much never do at golf because I know going in I suck so I don't have high expectations. That front nine spoiled it and gave me an expectation (even expecting mediocre play is worse than no expectations at all).
Our Monday match had an interesting and amazing pair of coincidental shots back-to-back. Joe and Alex (the neighbor) were both in about the same place on the fairway with Joe being about 15 yards behind Alex. Joe smacked his ball and it screamed across the grass right into Alex's ball sending Alex's about 20 feet to the left and Joe's continuing on for about 80 more yards. Immediately after this, once we stopped laughing, Alex approached his ball which was now about 115 yards away from the hole. He addressed it, swung, and hit it fairly solidly but it too started traveling at ground level and almost immediately smashed into the 100 yard marker stake - a red plastic stick about 2 inches across that was stuck into the ground - snapping it in two. It was amazing and pretty darn funny to witness. Later on Alex also managed to hit, with his tee shot, the yellow tee box marker (knocking it out of the ground), and Joe, while trying to pull the flag out of the hole as a put approached pulled the entire plastic cup that is the hole out of the ground. It seems I can't take the two of them golfing at the same time again or else I won't have a favorite course to play on anymore. Those two are a real menace.