2019 Vegas Diaries #3
The Aftermath
By Syndrome
I’ll leave it to someone else who gets into all of the actual golf details, but I am sure by now you know we finished 14th out of 36 teams in our flight. All in all, not too shabby. Definitely a learning experience and I suspect we’ll do better next year because of it.
Having schlepped clubs to Vegas, had to deal with lost clubs on little sleep then play on little sleep, then play in a tournament, I have new found respect for tour pros. Surprisingly, I wasn’t nearly as tired as I expected to be after playing 54 holes in 3 days. I did kill a bottle of Aleve in the process though.
Did you see the story where Padraig Harrington had clubs go astray while traveling to an event? It was the first time in 32 years of tour life this misery happened to him. We travelled once and it happened to us. Pros – they’re more like us than you think.
And, poor Lefty got evacuated from his hotel due to a fire. Almost the same as Big Donkey almost being evacuated due to my snoring. Or maybe the green cloud coming from the bathroom after those Hooter’s wings. Pros – they’re more like us than you think!
I miss the dry heat. In the misery that was our first league night since our return, we all played horribly as PW pointed out in his summary. I really loathe being soaked from sweat. Give me 100 F and 10% humidity any day over the humidity and swamp that we live in. Seriously, I chugged water and Powerade in Vegas but never once had to change a glove because it was soaked or had sweat accumulate and drip off my hat visor.
And, I miss those manicured fairways and greens. It sure is easy to play off that turf. Instead we have mole tunnels crossing the green…or brown as in several of the putting surfaces. Seriously, Kenton County has one freaking job to do – maintain the golf course. If they can do that in a desert, you’d think the morons running Kenton County could figure out how to water an entire green. But, hey, I love that parking lot. It’s the best golf course parking lot I’ve ever parked in. And, I get my steps walking to and from the club house since I park in Campbell county now.
Speaking of morons. Anyone who doesn’t go on this trip next year is a moron. The tournament, airfare and hotel were $900. Who can’t scrape together $900 in the next 12 months? Put $25 a week in an envelope and in a few short weeks you’re fully funded. You can spend as little or as much as you want once you get there.
Or you can be a moron.
