Our championship is match. I played in it for the first time last year. Three matches
First match, got beat in 19 holes after blowing a 2 hole lead (he missed a 4 footer on 18 to close me out). Hit a monster on 19, standing over a 200 yard shot, knowing I’m all juiced up, I pull an 8 iron and it flies 196… clips the lip of the bunker and rolls into that fucking bunker. He hits long, into a tree. He goes first, punches it out to like 5 feet. One of the best shots I’ve ever seen. I take two out of the bunker and that’s all she wrote.
Second match, I was up 3 going into 15. Standing on 15’s green, looking like we’ll tie the hole and all of a sudden its the fucking storm of the century. Blew the horn, we all went in, so bad that they had to close the course for 2 days to clean up branches.
In the clubhouse they tell us we’re responsible for scheduling the rest of our match. Figure the guy will concede because who wants to deal with that shit? Doesn’t, of course. Finally, one weekend we finally link up, but he doesn’t want to miss his usual game. I just finish 18, played like ass, he’s on 12. “Meet me out her and we’ll finish up”. Great. So I have to make their 4 a 5, play him in front of his fucking buddies. We both par 15 (replayed the whole hole) and we’re standing on 16, our “island green” par 3. I hit it to 25 feet, he plunks one in the water. Says “I should have just conceded”. Plunks a second in the water, shakes my hand and I leave.
Third round, playing for 3rd place, I’m up 2 on that same 16th hole. I miss a birdie, have about a foot left, maybe less, walk up and scoop it. Guy never gave it to me. I called myself on it and gave him the hole. He wins 17. All square. 21st hole, a hole I’ve never hit it right on in my life, but hit OB left all the time, I blast one way right into the trees. Try to punch out, hits a tree and comes back to my feet. Try a safer approach and it’s all over. I concede.
Cannot wait to play again this year. Fucking loved every second of it.