Alright, let me tell you about this round I had the other day. You know how golf is, mostly frustration, chasing that little white ball around, but then, bam! Something clicks.
That Birdie Feeling
So, we were on this tricky par-4. Not super long, but the green is small, and there’s trouble left and right. I wasn’t feeling too hot with my driver that day, to be honest. Kept pushing it a bit. But on this hole, I decided to just ease up, focus on making good contact. And what do you know? I hit a decent one, landed just in the right rough, but with a clear shot to the green.
I had about, oh, maybe 140 yards left. Pulled out my trusty 7-iron. Took a practice swing, told myself, “Just get it on the dance floor.” The connection felt sweet. The ball took off, nice high draw, and landed right on the green. Pin high, maybe 10 feet to the left of the hole. I was pretty chuffed with that approach, let me tell you.
Then came the putt. Now, my putting can be a real rollercoaster. Some days I can’t miss, other days I couldn’t hit water if I fell out of a boat. This one had a little break to the right. I took my time, lined it up, and just tried to give it a good roll. It started on line, held its line… and clink! Dead center. Birdie! Felt good, really good. You gotta savor those moments.
Then Came the Eagle!
Okay, so a few holes later, we get to this par-5. It’s a bit of a monster, usually a three-shot hole for me, no question. But the birdie had me feeling a bit more confident. I grabbed my driver, and this time, I really went for it. Absolutely smashed it. Best drive of the day, for sure. It just soared, landed perfectly in the middle of the fairway, and rolled out a good bit.
When I got to my ball, I was actually surprised how far I’d hit it. I paced it off, and I figured I had about 220 yards to the green. Now, 220 is a long way for me to reach in two. Usually, I’d lay up, play it safe. But something just told me to go for it. The wind was helping a little, too. I pulled out my 3-wood. My thinking was, “Worst case, I miss, I’m still in a good spot for an easy chip and a birdie putt.”
So, I stood over the ball, took a deep breath, and just let it rip. The contact wasn’t perfect, a little thin maybe, but it was straight. The ball just flew like a rocket, low and penetrating. It was heading right for the green. It landed short, bounced once, twice, and then rolled up onto the front edge. I couldn’t see exactly where it finished from back there, but I knew it was close.
Walking up to the green, my heart was pounding a bit. My playing partners were already up there. As I got closer, I saw my ball. It was on the green, alright. And not just on the green. It was about six feet from the hole! I couldn’t believe it. An eagle putt!
I swear, my hands were shaking a little lining that one up. Six feet for an eagle. That doesn’t happen to me every day. Or every year, for that matter! I just focused on a smooth stroke, kept my head down. The ball rolled… and rolled… and plop! Right in the cup. An EAGLE! Man, what a feeling. My buddies were hooting and hollering. It was just pure joy.
Those are the moments that keep you coming back to this crazy game, you know? The eagles and the birdies. They don’t happen all the time, which makes them even sweeter when they do. It was definitely a round I won’t forget for a while.