My Player is Jill Mcgill
Shot even. One bird and one bogey. They moved some tees up and it played fairly easy.
Complaint department: I’m sure there were a few after the practice rounds, regarding the firmness of the course, but moving the tee up on the third hole thirty yards was a joke. Turned a lion into a pussy cat. Considering the absence of rough, unless the wind blows, this track has lost it’s bite. I know the shorter hitters would like to have some equity but as former Rules Official, Robert O, always said “Golf wasn’t meant to be fare.”
Memories of Erica: Mark Scott worked for Liselotte Neumann for nineteen years and recalls the day when a little up and coming junior golfer asked for an autograph during the event at the Desert Inn in Las Vegas but Lotta offered her glove instead. That little girl, was Erica.
Jeff Steffler looped for Erica most of last season and recollects that no matter her score, a smile and time for autographs was offered to every fan.
El stinko! Every looper gets a different color bib so the gallery knows who’s about to hit in each group. I had green but I guess they ran out of that color and had to reuse mine for the afternoon. Good luck with that.
No do-overs: Paula Moreno is fourth on the Futures Tour money list and chose to play here on a last minute decision. Shot +3 and is way down the list.
What was that again? Jill is now wearing wide-brimmed headgear, ala Anna Rawson, in an effort to deflect the sun’s rays. Given they’re similar statures, she has been mistaken for Anna a few times but a looper’s comment, down Morelia way, that they do look similar, except for that extra twenty pounds Jill is carrying, is not exactly the thing women wish to hear. No harm. Jill tells the story with witty assuredness.
On the table: Pork rinds, queso and a beer graced my dining table last night. Wonder what tantalizing delights are in store this evening?
Speaking of good eats, the menu in the player dining area is fantastic as always. Southern staples don the breakfast menu including grits and biscuits with sausage gravy. Today’s lunch good have been themed ‘Morelia in Mobile” given the Mexican flare. Of course, lest not we forget the banana pudding, complete with nilla wafers, which is ubiquitous down here. Thanks to Jill for letting me dine with her (a little butt kissing goes a long way) and to the sponsor for their gracious hospitality. I don’t think that is said enough.
Someone get a grip! A 15-Year Old Says She’s Ready to Turn Pro Can’t they just let Alexis Thompson grow up first?