There were a lot of things said on the golf course Tuesday that can’t be repeated here.
Let’s just say golf is a game you’ve got to keep up with every day — chipping, putting and hitting the range. If your approach is to sprint out of the office at 5 or 6 once a week, battle 20 minutes of S-curve traffic and hit six shots on the range and two putts on the practice green, you shouldn’t have any expectations on the tee. Take it for what it is. Be happy you’re on the course at all. And make sure you have a few beers in the bag.
I didn’t have a few beers in the bag, and after hitting into three or four hazards through the first five holes, I thought I was going to have an aneurysm. Luckily my buddy had a couple of Budweisers, and our focus shifted to somebody else’s golf game.
Apparently some guy who had never played Aspen Muni holed out from the tee box on the par-4 No. 10. Yeah, you know the hole I’m talking about. That 347-yard par 4 that doglegs left with all those trees screaming at you along the way. He made a hole-in-one there, sending his tee shot over that Truscott jungle, landing short of the green, bouncing over the bunker and rolling into the cup. The group ahead saw the whole thing.
Calling it a 347-yard par 4 makes it sound easy, but it’s not. You need two good shots, placed in just the right spots, to make par. I’m happy to walk away with a par. But this guy walked away 3-under with one shot.
He apparently shot a 50 on the front, something I very well could have done Tuesday. He must have written that 50 on the card, looked at it and said, “That’s it. No more.”
He shot a 39 on the back. But it started with that one swing — that who-the-hell-cares-what-happens swing that set the tone for the rest of the way. That should be the approach on every swing. Right?