When Alan is "on" and he happens to be your partner, and you happen to be playing in a "Scramble" format, the game is, "What wedge should I use?" I know Sam knew, no matter how far we might have driven the ball, Alan's drive (if driven reasonably straight—which his were on this date) would give us a massive advantage over our opponents. Not an ounce of braggart in the man, he reminds me of Mantle after a prodigious home run—head down, rounding the bases, almost embarrassed by the distance. Alan, after confirming the flight, has already bent down to pick up his tee; the small smile might grow wider if you bow to him as he walks to his cart. Time after time, Sam and I just shook our heads and/or bit our bottom lips. On the par 5 16th, after hitting a drive well inside the 200-yard marker, Sam and I hit 3-woods that would come up short. Alan's 3-iron gave us Eagle putts … and it went like that nearly the whole day.
Recommendations from the
others after the game—that Alan play left-handed or blindfolded—while
understood, will not become reality!
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