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" A couple of years ago at Settlers Hill in Geneva. It was the 125 yard #4 hole where the tee box was on a hill about I would say 2-3 stories above the green. The wedge shot went in on the fly. Sadly, I double-bogeyed the next two holes. However, I shot an 85 with 2 birdies to boot. "
Bob Wilkus
Ah, the sky was angry that day... It was a Wednesday, June 17, 1992. Dean McCreary and my evil brother, Richard, called me to play golf with them at Glenwoodie. Despite my oh-so-busy schedule, I managed to break away at the lure of easy money. We were ready to tee off on number one when the heavens exploded. A massive force five thunderstorm roared across the area, leaving the grown men crying and the women and children scattered like pinattas at a TNAC bocci game in the woods. But, with the scent of filthy lucre still hanging in the air, we waited it out about twenty minutes. I don't recall what I shot on the first two holes, probably a couple of birdies, but I approached the third hole with much eagerness, perhaps keenly aware of history in the line of my fire as only I could have detected it. From the back tees, with a short right sucker pin, I drew out a five iron, much to the gasps of my competitors. I hit it flush with a gentle power fade (this was my pre-Johnny Miller golf tape duck-hook days) and deftly landed the Topflite short of the hole. A soft hop, skip, and jump into the cavity on the green completed my feat. After much heartfelt congratulatory conversation from my opponents, even wishing sexual gratification upon me (FU), my task was complete. The irony of the whole affair was nearly of legend status when the following Saturday, with my usual group of golfers, the pin was in nearly the same spot. I repeated the effort and this time hit the pin, leaving me a short tap-in birdie. Damn, I wish they never would have moved the hole from that location!
That's my story and I'm sticking to it!
Bob
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