Saturday, May 12, 2007

Chip In Bubs

I won a St. George golf getaway. This was back in December, I was watching channel 2, just about to go to bed. They threw up a trivia question, and I emailed in the correct answer. The question was:

According to NFL rules, what is the maximum amount of times a team can play on Monday Night Football during a season?

The next Wednesday, they informed me that I won, and I decided to cash in last week. Ange is pregnant, and obviously in no condition to golf, so we took John along with us.

The golf course was pretty nice. We got a cart, and 18 holes. Normally it would have cost $53 per, so there is no chance I would have ever golfed this course had it not been for the freebee.

Nice courses are lined with homes, and that makes me a little nervous, luckily, niether John nor I ever hit a house, although I gave one house a pretty good run for the money.

I was doing ok through the first six. The second par 3 we saw was over this gigantic ravine. I pared that hole, and then things fell apart. On the next tee, while we were waiting, the guy behind us, who seemed a tad religious, because he called the day 'glourious', even though it was clearly not glourious thanks to the wind, struck up a conversation and shook our hands. This would later be known as the 'touch of satan' because I suddenly couldn't hit the ball off the ground.

I regained my stroke toward the end of the front nine, but the damage was done, I was 23 strokes over par, while John was sitting at 15 over. (Yes, we suck)

On the 13th hole, a par 4, I hit a nice drive, and then promply hit a crappy shot that left me about 110 yards away from an elevated hole. There were houses surrounding the hole, of course, and I hit a pretty good shot, but couldn't see the hole. I took a couple of steps, and then a couple of guys on the balcony of one of the houses started cheering. My ball went straight into the hole. That would be the longest 'chip in' ever for me, and the only birdie of the day. I finished the back nine with a 14 over, while John finished with a 24 over, quite the role reversal.

On the last hole, it was a par 5, a little downhill with the wind at our backs. I hit a nice 300 yard drive that curled perfectly with the fairway. John bombed one, but we couldn't find it, so he had to drop. His next shot was a grounder, and off the fairway, and while he was looking for that ball, he found his origional ball, only 115 yards away from the hole. Quick subtraction told us that he drove his ball some 370 yards. Quite the drive.

It was a nice trip, and quite relaxing, especially since grandma had Lincoln. We watched the Jazz win the last two games vs. Houston, so, as you can imagine, we were in a good mood.

Pictures to come of the golfing, as soon as we find our camera.

Moving on... I found out yesterday, that Hunter High School is going to hire me for next year. I will be teaching Spanish, and either Math or Chemistry. This isn't one of those 'one year only' positions, so hopefully, I'll be there for a while. They also mentioned that they might have me coach girls basketball, and boys baseball. Obviously, I'm not going to force the issue, because I have people at home that I need to take care of, so we'll see. Needless to say, I'm excited for this opportunity. The Junior High has been nice, but those kids are more than restless, of course junior high kids just do nonstop dumb annoying things. High school kids tend to get in bigger trouble.

Finally, we have a car for sale, if anyone knows of someone who is interested. It is a well kept Ford Escort, has about 73,000 miles on it, was born in 2000. We owe $4,700 on it, so that is what we are trying to sell it for. We're trying to get down to just one car, now that Ange is a true stay at home mom, and gas prices are through the roof. I'd rather sell the car to someone I know, since I've never sold a car before, and am not sure how to do it.

The end

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Congratulations on Hunter! That's awesome!

Anonymous said...

Bubs, if you coach baseball, that would be the coolest thing ever. As long as you wear spikes in the dugout a la Jim Leyland.