I had a little one day Pepsi Tour event yesterday. I played great, really stacking my irons in close all day. Eight birdies (6 of them tap-ins) left me with a little 64 at the end of the round. I thought that would be good enough to win, but I was far from done.
I got in and found out my round was only good enough for a tie. We go to sudden death.
Here's where the day really got interesting. Settle in, because I'm giving the rundown, and it could take awhile. Why? The playoff lasted
12 holes! Gotta be some kind of a record, especially for the Pepsi Tour.
#1: We both hit good drives. He hits it to 15 feet, I hit a bad wedge onto the fringe. I chip it close, he misses. PAR, PAR
#2: Two more good drives. He hits it to 10 feet, me 15. Two-putt, two-putt. PAR, PAR
#3: Long par three. I rip 3-iron to about 15 feet. He hits rescue to 25 feet. He two-putts, so I have a putt for the win. It stops about an inch left. PAR, PAR
#4: 327 yd. par 4. I'm pretty pumped, and I crush a drive that runs up on the green, 25 feet away. He hit a 40 yard pitch to 5 feet. I have the eagle putt for the win, but run it by 6 feet. Now I have to make to insure more holes. I make, he makes. BIRDIE, BIRDIE
#5: I hit a good drive. He hits it into a fairway bunker, a long way from the hole. He hits a great shot to about 20 feet. I pull my 8 iron, and am left with a very tough pitch over a bunker with no green to work with. I flop it straight up and end up two feet. He two-putts. PAR, PAR
NOTE: From here on in, my wedge is magical.
#6: Two good drives, both hit it to 15 feet. PAR, PAR
#7: Par 5. I pulled my drive just into the left desert. He doesn't hit a good drive, but hits a great fairway wood to about 30 feet from the hole. I get the ball down to about 40 short of the green. I have to get it up and down. Good pitch to 4 feet. I make the putt, he two putts. BIRDIE, BIRDIE.
#8: Two decent drives. He knocks it to 15 feet. I pull it in a bunker. I hit it tight, he misses. PAR, PAR.
#9: Par 3. I hit it long, left, leaving another very tough chip. He hits it to 15 feet. I hit another great flop, saving yet another par. He misses. PAR, PAR.
#10: Two good drives. He hits it to 15 feet, me to 25 feet in the fringe. PAR, PAR.
#11: Still with me? If you are, things are coming to a close. I hit my drive through the fairway onto a patch of hardpan. He hits a good drive, and his second shot to 20 feet. I found the front right bunker with a tough bunker shot to get close. Trying to get cute, I barely get out, still in the rough. Match over, right? Well, I had to chip in to have a chance to stay alive, so I did. By this point we are both dumbfounded. He just has his head in his hands. Who is this guy with the magic wedge? He slides it by. PAR, PAR.
#12: I hit a good drive. He hits it way right into the desert. He plays first, and knocks it to a foot. Great shot. Now I need birdie, and I hit one right at it, but it comes up 10 feet short. I hit a good putt, but it slid by. PAR, BIRDIE, playoff over.
So I gave it a good run. I hung, and hung, and hung in there, but he didn't make a mistake. One of us was going to birdie alone eventually, wish it was me.
Did you make it? One more thing. Not only did we tie 11 holes of a playoff, but as I was looking at the scoreboard afterwards, I noticed we tied every hole in regulation. Amazing.
Gateway starts Wednesday.
Luke