Utica City Amateur
At around 1:30 in the morning early on Saturday, my buddy Mike calls me from a local stripclub, complete with the "bow chika wow wow" thumping beat in the background.
Mike: "Dude, what are you doin tomorrow morning?"
Me:"I dunno man, but I'm not gonna caddy for you in the City Amateur"
Mike: "No no no, our fourth cancelled, you wanna play?"
Me: "I don't think so, I had my ingrown toenail half-removed earlier today and I don't think it'll be a very good idea..."
Mike: "Dude, we're gettin' carts, it'll be all good"
Me: "Sweet, I'll be there.... what time?"
Mike: "6am"
So I set my alarm clock for 5:10 because the course is about a half hour away, and I had to register and putt first. It was still dark when I got there.
It was a fun round, no pressure, just playing golf with some friends of mine. I ended up stinkin' up the course with an 83 while Mike shot even par (with 5 birds, go figure). That was the qualifying round for the final 18 today, and in a couple of hours we'll see how playing in the final group worked out for him.
Just to give you an idea of how long he is, Mike is around 5'10" 185, and hits his tee shots an average of 340 yards. PW: 155 yards. 8 iron: 175 yards.
I'm a weakling next to him — he outdrives me by about 20 yards and has about 5-10 yards per iron on me too. Oh well.
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