My Player is Jordan Hardy
The official practice rounds are tomorrow and Monday but many contestants have set up camp here in Venice for awhile. We played the Bobcat course yesterday and the Panther today. Everyone is on a buggy and this will carry-over through the tournament.
We played by our lonesome yesterday and finished just in time. A few minutes later the horn blew, warning of an impending t-storm, and play was called. Two hours later they were allowed to continue. Another storm threatened today’s play but stayed to our north.
Both courses are very wet. Plenty of mud on the ball.
They don’t allow more than two carts in a group so singles were interspersed with twosomes since caddies were riding. Play was slow.
Lack of preparation is an understatement for some players this week. One showed up with a hodgepodge of different grips on her clubs with some sized differently. Her pro caddie took her to the club repair trailer today and arranged a new set.
Spotted a few turkey vultures eating one of their own. Bet it tasted like chicken. The players thought it was disgusting which made me wonder if they expected them to dig a grave with their beaks and bury their buddy.
Our humble hovel for the week sits on the seventh tee of the Bobcat. Here’s a look.
One of my roommates broke a tooth on some candy. If only he was on a low carb diet.
Carl “The Machine” is in the house. Working for Kendal Dye. That’s what ‘cart golf’ brings to town.
When you think you’ve seen it all: This cooler/trash can sits by one of the on-course restrooms.
Shoot! Now what do I do with it?
Here’s a well informed local business.