Today I played in a tournament at my favorite public course Emerald Dunes in West Palm Beach. The tournament was pretty much your typical scramble. However, on one hole, a short par 4 you had to hit off the tee blindfolded. I had never hit blindfolded before, why would I, golf is hard enough with both eyes open. The first two guys in my group hit crappy shots that were not playable, the third guy hit a 5 iron about 140 yards. So I get up on the tee with my driver, get blindfolded and proceed to hit the ball about 270 yards! I couldn't believe it. It was amazing, I hit a perfect drive blindfolded.
The next interesting thing we had to do was play a yellow ball with our groups number written on it. We had to play the ball the entire round, or until it was lost, taking turns hitting the yellow ball. We had the ball for 16 holes, then sadly, yellow ball found the drink. I will never forgive Mike for hitting our beloved yellow ball in the water. Damn him.
There was also a putting contest where you had to hit the ball from 3 locations on the putting green earning points for each shot made. I royally screwed up and didn't make one damn putt.
As for the golf I was hitting the ball better than I have in a long time. I was getting off the tee great, fairway woods were rockin' and my irons were pretty good. The only area that I was not pleased with was my putting. I may have to go shopping this weekend for a new putter. I think the psychological impact of a new putter would help my putting tremendously. I used to be a really good putter, now I consider myself pretty good at best. Damn it, I'm No Damn Three Putts, I need to be a great putter!