So: Some Messy Details:
This wasn't league play, on a Monday.
My playing companion was Dave, also, from the league. I never'd met him but knew who he was: half of the first place team in the league and the owner of the only other Eagle in league play this year (he holed out from 60 or 70 yds on number 2)
This was for the Harbor Lights Club Championship Qualifying round (him), which is two circuits in the company of another competitor (me)
Dave was playing 9 holes this day, to combine with 9 holes next Wednesday, league play for his qualifying 18, if you see how I mean . . . 8^) . . . so, like, a semi-official round . . .
We played amiably around the 9 pretty quickly, not really having to wait for anybody, me better'n him, 41 to 51 (2 under for me and 2 over for him), but he was obviously off his game, I just hope it wasn't me put him off, personality wise, if you see how I mean . . . but there was events to mention
On #1, I ripped my drive over the creek and back up the hill. I only had 60+ yards to the uphill green, and 66 is one of my "numbers". I dialed in and popped the ball up 4 ft from the pin. Made sure of the birdy, which ought to be a winner on #1 in league play, regardless of the handicap-gap . . . 8^D . . .
It was not the harbinger of THE Low Round I am seeking. I muddled around the course leaving makeable putts just-short, even on #7, after 2 perfect shots and yet again on #8 after a miracle shot out of the trees and over the trap.
But i was still confident on #9, where I very recently made an eagle. Well hit drive tailed-off just right of the sandtrap at the top of the hill, which is ok by me, it makes a little launch pad, and I hit another bullet 7wood straight at the pin on a green we couldn't see . I was still pleased when I got to the drop-off and saw my ball 15 ft away from the pin, on the collar. With my 9iron chipping I felt I could make it, but it jumped on me and rolled 4-5 ft past. Which, short-putt, I missed, 3-putt par . . .
Now the Club Championship involves 9 holes from the White Tees, and 9 from the Blue Tees, so we played 1 & 2 again, just to get a familiarity with the Blues. I spanked my drive over the creek again, despite the extra distance, with a confidence I did not completely have. I was 30 yards more away from the green from the first time we played 1, but at another 'number' for me, 90 yds. It landed short of the green going to the short pin, and I thot it would even roll up onto the back tier when I saw it first bounce, but when I climbed the hill it was nowhere to be seen on the green. So i peeked in the hole before I went up behind the green, but there was my ball in the hole.
I have a witness, my new friend Dave from the League . . . .
