Saturday I spent the day playing in the (Episcopal) Bishops Cup golf tourney, at a rather non-descript municipal course in the northern realms of Denver. I signed up and paid for this several weeks ago, otherwise I would probably have just moped at home. “Hey, any chance to get out and play golf,” I thought.
Well, I am glad I went. There were maybe 75 or so players, running in a Scramble format. In this format, each foursome plays as a team. Everyone tees off, decides who had the best tee shot, everyone shoots from that location, decides who had the best shot, everyone shoots from that location, etc. It’s an interesting format, and a good one for fair-to-poor players (ahem), since it means that nobody’s stuck with a really sucky shot (of which I had my fair share), and since usually, out of the foursome, at least one person will usually have a decent shot. Indeed, it allows anyone to shine, and everyone in our foursome had strengths and weaknesses and good luck opportunities that meant we all felt like we were helping the team. Which was kind of neat for a change of pace from the preceding week.
And, miracle of miracles, my foursome came in second in the “non-competitive” flight, which earned me a little trophy (to go right there with Margie’s bowling trophies) and a $20 gift cert to the pro shop (which I spent on a shirt).
Long day, and a lot of sun, but fun nonetheless. And we shot a better round (77) than Tiger did that day …