My friends Michelle, Dawn, and I thought it would be fun to wait on a bench on the sidewalk at the end of the 18th hole and greet all the players as they came off the course. Well, what seemed like a great idea almost turned into a tragic incident. Trace was playing the 18th hole and somehow completely missed the hole and headed for me!!! I heard a loud wizzing sound near my right ear and felt a small breeze as the ball nearly hit me in the head. I hit the grass on my belly as fast as I could and when the coast was clear I got up on my knees to look over at Trace. He was quickly turning red and shaking his head in embarrassment. That was a close one! I retrieved the ball and still have it today--signed by an apologetic Trace, of course!
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Love them all, but this one is great! LOL
Lu - I was just telling Scott this story a few weeks ago as we drove down the 15 towards SD and passed that course. It's still a great memory all these years later.
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