Carrying a bag can get a little tiring, and it especially wears you down in 90+ degree weather. This is why I play in the morning when it’s cooler and have scaled back on playing days back-to-back. But since it was in the mid-80s yesterday, and I could get the twilight rate starting at 2pm, I plunked down 20 bucks and went out. Might have been a better idea to stay at home.
Went +4 on the first three holes and turned over my hands on the drive. Birdied No. 6 by putting a 6-iron from 165 to within 4 feet. Then decided to double the next three holes by what I colloquially call fiddle-farting around. The backside wasn’t any better. Though we played in a little over four hours, our twosome was right behind a foursome that would finish teeing off just as we were walking off the green and had to wait on every hole. Nice of these guys to let us play through. The greens were also much firmer in the afternoon, I’m wondering if that’s why I had three 3-putts. Plus my back starts to ache after I’ve played the day before and am waiting to hit, letting myself stiffen up.