So, two weeks ago, I played golf in Georgia.
I flew in Saturday night. My buddy, who drove up from Sarasota, picked me up at the airport, and we headed south to Skidaway Island.
This was the house where I stayed:
Sunday morning, my buddy and I took his mom's golf cart for a quick 420 session, and he showed me two headstones in a grave site, right on the golf course, that are almost 200 years old.
There were a few archaeology students actually doing a dig, looking for more potential bodies. It was a pretty large grave site, that had room for more than two people. They thought other head stones may have disappeared from grave robbers, storms, or whatever. The woman leading the dig gave us the Reader's Digest version of the grave site, so that was pretty cool. Two of the girls on the dig, were wearing tight spandex pants. That was even cooler.
Sunday afternoon, we were playing at Savannah Harbor, which was a 20-25 minute drive from the house on the island. This is the site of a former Champions Tour event, the Liberty Mutual Insurance Legends of Golf. The range was closed when we got there, because it shares space with a race track, and it was race day. When we were loading up the carts, I asked one of the kids that worked there, how fast those cars we going. He said about 120 mph. Not more than 100' from where we were, they were flying by.
Playing at a country club like this was a new experience for me. We couldn't pay cash for anything. We just gave them my buddy's mom's member number, and they put it on the tab, so we just tipped the shit out of everybody.
There were two groups about to go off one #1, so they told us we could start on #10 if we desired. So, with no range time, I hit my tee shot into the fairway, stuck my approach to 12', and birdied the first hole of the trip. Sadly, it would also be my last. The course was in phenomenal shape, as expected, but the greens were slick, probably the fastest I have every played. 50-56--106 for the day. Those strokes add up, when you count them all.
After golf, we went back to the island, to get our drink on. There is a bar in the center of the island, along with a store, bank, gas station, etc. We pounded beers while we watched the second halves of the late afternoon NFL games. Back to his mom's house for dinner at 6:30, then back to the bar for Packers/Saints. My guy isn't much of a drinker, but when he does, he goes wild. He is 6'4" 375 lbs, so he can put away some booze. He finished the bottle of Crown Royal that was on the shelf. Anybody who follows me on twitter and/or untappd, can see how much I drank. We stayed for three quarters, and then my buddy's wife picked us up.
I will get to the Monday and Tuesday rounds soon.
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