We took a mancation to Arizona a few weeks ago. Sometimes, a man needs to get away and do this thing. It's good for the body and soul.
This man's greatest fear... skin cancer. His golf nickname is the "Ghostface Killa."
Gerald, laughing at the Ghostface Killa. His golf nickname, "G-funk" or "Good Miss." Sometimes, "Great Miss." Also goes by, Frederick Jacobsen.
The younger folk on the trip.
Kev tee's off on Troon North. Kev's golf nickname "Big Slice." Sometimes, "The Hooker."
My first tee shot on Troon North Monument. Practice swing. My golf nickname, "Suck ballz."
Real swing. I believe I hit this fairway. You would think I would remember since, I hit very few.
This guy comes on the golf trip for the first time and kicks all of our butts.
This is why they call it Monument, I believe. This monument sits in the middle of the fairway.
Our second day at Eagle Mountain. This course was super long and it was into the wind all day long! The marshall asked us what tees and was said the tips. He said, "are you sure?"
G-funk
This man's golf nicknames, The Big EZ, Slow & Steady, or just "Old." =)
Bombed my first drive at Eagle Mountain. Downhill, par 5.
Every morning started with a trip to McDonald's. Just like last year.
Third day at TPC Stadium.
G at the par 3, 16th hole. The famous Stadium hole where Tiger Woods hit his hole in one.
Kev's tee shot at the 16th.
I pulled a Babe Ruth and called my hole in one on this hole starting before the trip. I reminded them every day that I was going to get a hole in one on this hole like Tiger. On this particular shot, I came up short in the front bunker. There is no sand in the bunkers here! I believe I double bogeyed this hole. The second time we played, I hit in the front left bunker, but got up and down for a par. So much for my Babe Ruth. I couldn't even hit the green!
This is the rock that Tiger had moved from his path by many members of the gallery on the way to winning this tournament in 1999. They have since changed the rules so only the caddy and the golfer can move the impediment. I saw this rock driving down the cart path and made Dave turn the cart around so I could get a picture of the rock. We got stuck and got caught by the cart girl while we were trying to push it back off the curb. But it was worth it!
Yup, I couldn't move it by myself. Something else I have in common with Tiger!
This man's greatest fear... skin cancer. His golf nickname is the "Ghostface Killa."
Gerald, laughing at the Ghostface Killa. His golf nickname, "G-funk" or "Good Miss." Sometimes, "Great Miss." Also goes by, Frederick Jacobsen.
The younger folk on the trip.
Kev tee's off on Troon North. Kev's golf nickname "Big Slice." Sometimes, "The Hooker."
My first tee shot on Troon North Monument. Practice swing. My golf nickname, "Suck ballz."
Real swing. I believe I hit this fairway. You would think I would remember since, I hit very few.
This guy comes on the golf trip for the first time and kicks all of our butts.
This is why they call it Monument, I believe. This monument sits in the middle of the fairway.
Our second day at Eagle Mountain. This course was super long and it was into the wind all day long! The marshall asked us what tees and was said the tips. He said, "are you sure?"
G-funk
This man's golf nicknames, The Big EZ, Slow & Steady, or just "Old." =)
Bombed my first drive at Eagle Mountain. Downhill, par 5.
Every morning started with a trip to McDonald's. Just like last year.
Third day at TPC Stadium.
G at the par 3, 16th hole. The famous Stadium hole where Tiger Woods hit his hole in one.
Kev's tee shot at the 16th.
I pulled a Babe Ruth and called my hole in one on this hole starting before the trip. I reminded them every day that I was going to get a hole in one on this hole like Tiger. On this particular shot, I came up short in the front bunker. There is no sand in the bunkers here! I believe I double bogeyed this hole. The second time we played, I hit in the front left bunker, but got up and down for a par. So much for my Babe Ruth. I couldn't even hit the green!
This is the rock that Tiger had moved from his path by many members of the gallery on the way to winning this tournament in 1999. They have since changed the rules so only the caddy and the golfer can move the impediment. I saw this rock driving down the cart path and made Dave turn the cart around so I could get a picture of the rock. We got stuck and got caught by the cart girl while we were trying to push it back off the curb. But it was worth it!
Yup, I couldn't move it by myself. Something else I have in common with Tiger!
4 comments:
That's awesome.
hmm... i was lost on this blog. don't know what you're talking about. better get those mancations in before you have a baby!!
you are craaaazy. you can totally step up and take esther to europe now!
wow, i do look ridiculous. i do miss the 36 hole phenomenon. can't wait for the next trip!
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