Lyle's drive, as usual, found the fairway. He wasn’t happy with the
angle, however, and the distance was at his max with the club in his hand. I
was on the left side of the fairway, cursing the tree to the left of the green.
I noticed Lyle was going to have to negotiate part of a different tree if he
was going to have a chance to make the green.
From 101 yards out, he struck the ball that appeared to come
perilously close to the tips of the oak in front of him. I watched the ball
clear the tree and followed its path down towards the green and the pin. There
was a loud clank (we’re all familiar with that sound) as the ball struck the
pin. It appeared to me to disappear.
Then I realized it had gone in the cup, on a fly! Lyle and Alan weren’t in a position to see it. And Lyle’s
first instinct was anger—the ball hitting the pin was obviously not good news.
Ordinarily, striking the pin can mean an ugly ricochet. Not this time. I was
yelling, “It’s in the cup, it’s in the cup!” Both men stared at me blankly, clearly
refusing to believe me (it’s Raggio, and everyone knows he’s mad as a hatter).
It was Alan who first strode over and casually looked in the
hole. “Yep, it’s in there.”
Nothing short of remarkable! A deuce on 10!
This is the third this year—Lyle’s from 101, Coach’s from 70, and
Phelps’ from 85, I believe!
Yay, you guys!!
P.S. Wade shot 91, 58 net!
Lyle holding up two fingers for his deuce on #10!
THURSDAY BOYS
