So close Sunday

A beautiful day today for golf. And oh so close to sensational ...

Gator and I went and played at the courses on Fort Hood, as they are having a tournament at our usual Sunday venue. There are three excellent nine-hole courses on the military installation, which are all open to the public, and you play two of 'em, whichever ones they assign you when you check-in. One of the nines is fairly open and lot more forgiving to errant shots, while the other two are recipes for disaster if you're not hitting it straight.

We played the harder of the three nines today, and I was playing really well. A nice birdie at no. 1 got things off to a great start. I could easily have been one shot over par at the turn, except for three really short missed putts. So I'm out at 40, and looking at possibly shooting something in the 70s, unheard of for me at Fort Hood, and admittedly rare any time.

Things went a little south, though, on the second nine and I started driving the damn ball all over the place, sailing it into the woods five or six times, and wound up with an 84. One of these days, though, one of these days ...

Now, it's on to a lazy afternoon, cooking some drumsticks and thighs on the grill, watching a little golf on TV, and just a-chillin'. I may wrap up my story for next week's Cove Banner. It's a profile of a friend who served with the 82nd Airborne, and who was told nine years ago that he needed a heart transplant. This guy thought about it for awhile, prayed about it, and then turned down the transplant, even though doctors told him he was gonna die without it. He told them that Gold told him he wasn't going to need it.

Turns out, he was right. That was 2005, and he's still with us.

Have a good week.

Ciao,  y'all ...