I can't imagine the pressure the pro's play under, as we put enough pressure on ourselves, just knowing the infamous "17th" was coming up. Our wives even came out to see us hit our tee shots on the last two holes....I thought it better not to take too much time to think, and .....wait a minute, I guess I never take too much time to think.... never mind. Anyway, I thought I'd hit "an easy" 8 iron to the green, a mere, yet daunting, 124 yards away...... (I may have never prayed harder then when that ball was in the air.... okay I guess this morning when I thought Dunkin Doughnuts was out of jelly filled doughnuts I prayed pretty hard too.)
Well, as you can imagine, since I'm continuing to tell this story, it had to have a happy ending or a really embarrassing one....that's the way golfers are. So, I dropped it 5-8 feet short of the pin, almost hitting the stick as it rolled 6' 8" past the pin for the closest to the pin award for the tournament....simply as that. Of all the holes to actually hit my 8 iron well on, this was a day to remember forever.... and I will.
Now I know this is boring to you, but please humor me and play along. This was a great day in the very ordinary golf life of Terry Steen. On to the Senior Tour!
Thanks for staying with me on this one...... remember, nothing tastes better than a nice salty nut.....