My Player is Moira Dunn
The tee sheet was filled with fourballs which precluded any type of reasonable pace of play. Chips and putts from every which way was the order of the day. We played eight holes then cut over to thirteen and joined a threesome.
The weather remains unbelievable. Overcast this morning with very light wind then the sun broke out and it was down right balmy. At least for here. Actually put on sunscreen. Wondering what country I’m in. Tomorrow is another story. Rain expected.
I figure the long par three sixteenth will prove to be one of the toughest. 190 to the front edge with no forward tee. The green is 50 yards deep and slopes off on both sides. There is a front shelf but starting at 17 deep, it slopes away and left. Plenty of balls will not find the putting surface. The 18th is another good one.
The compass Jeremy was using today was not syncing with what is printed in the yardage book. I checked on Google Earth and the book is correct. Scary.
The group we joined had the player who’s caddie refused to be fired yesterday. Wouldn’t you know it, he was there waiting for her when we finished. They conversed but no fireworks ensued. Good thing.
The player with the missing passport planned to have it sent back to her but the delivery service refused when they found out what it was. He hubby had to take it back himself. At least that’s how the story goes. Don’t know for sure.
Never got the promised picture with the Solheim Cup from last week.
Received this note of passing from “Little Rick”. – You might be one of the few remaining caddies or players who remembers Wild Man Steve. He recently passed away in Tampa. He had been caddying at Old Memorial until this year when his health deteriorated. He was one of the originals who came over to the LPGA tour from the PGA tour in the early 70s. I think he was 68.
Then there was this:
LPGA Qualifying Tournament – Stage I Second Round Leaderboard – Looks like Lexi is gonna breeze.