You ever anticipate something your whole life, you finally get it and it was anticlimactic, or even a disappointment.
This was not the case. Even though The Masters is my favorite tournament, The Old Course has a special place in my heart for more reasons than can be written.
The home of golf and golf was played there before my homeland was even a country. Make fun if you will, but the sentiment of being there overwhelmed me to the point I had to fight back the tears on the first tee and coming up 17 and 18.
It was a beautiful sunny day for the first 12-13 holes but the wind blew HARD all day.
I hit it over the green on the 374 yard 6th, yet hit Driver, full wedge in to the 316 yard 9th, then 3-wood 30 yards over the green on the 318 yard 10th. On the 523 yard 14th, I killed a driver, 3 wood and barely got over the hell bunker and had 115 left and hit 9-iron.
On the road hole I bombed driver and hit 2 iron on the road…..then birdied 18 and got a golf club from some passers by.
I wonder how Chekhov would have viewed this day?
You can view some magical photos on my twitter.