By "Four", I really meant FORE! Or actually, TWO!!

While there is still much to tell about the second leg of our vacation, and I promise it is coming, I can't believe I forgot to mention one of the most exciting aspects of our Michigan trip - the golf outing. As you may remember, I was a bit nervous about my lack of golfing experience. With only three actual golf trips under my belt, I'm not exactly a pro. (And as Mr. Cob pointed out to me after reading my prevous post about the driving range, I don't even know the lingo...It's "fore", not "four"...oops! This just reinforces my lack of golfing experience, and apparently knowledge.

I was off to a rough start beginning with a 10 on the 1st hole. And a not so stellar 9 on the 2nd hole. But I was improving. Then we got to the 3rd hole and I flashed back to last year's golf trip in MI - hole 3 still gives me nightmares. At least three of my golf balls are swimming at the bottom of the water at the start of hole 3. But Mama Kae suggested I use her driver - it's actually for ladies, is lightweight and has a big head...need I say more?

So I teed up. New driver in hand. Swing - TAKE OFF! It was the best shot of my life! But I still wound up with a 6 (although, not too shabby for a par 4). Things kept looking up as we got to hole 4 - only 5 strokes. My confidence was up. I was convinced the new driver was going to take me places...take me far over the water hazard. But I would be wrong. My tee shot on hole 5 was less than impressive. I was mad. I didn't even get over the pond. Sigh.

So while everyone else cleared the water, I stay back by the pond and took my second shot. I had my trusty 7 iron (one of my favorite clubs - we see eye to eye). Deep Breath. You can do this.

Swing. Lift-over. Clearing the water. Heading towards the green. Successful shot. Little did I know just how successful...

I walked up the hill to the green, as this was where the ball was heading. Paul's ball was there, but mine was not in sight. We looked at each other confused and he jokingly said "look in the hole" (chuckle, chuckle). And wouldn't you know, my ball was IN THE HOLE! From 100 yards away, my 7 iron (and my wonderful technique...) got the ball in the hole for a BIRDIE!

Paul looked at me and said in all sincerity, "Have you ever gotten a birdie?" I smiled and responded, "I've never even had a par!!!!"

And that is the story of my very first Birdie. I can only hope its not my last!

And here's the score card from our game. (Disclaimer: My nickname from Mr. Cob is "Hootie" and I call him "Babu". So I'm Hootie...the first player on the card. I thought about erasing it and putting in our real names, but that seemed like it would make the score card disingenuous, or something. So now you know our secret names. Shh. Don't tell anyone.)