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In Toronto we have had a spell of zero rain for 21 days...as Saturday approached the forecast calls for what? You guessed it. Rain! The morning looked promising, overcast but warm....as we hop in the car Kevin says to me "well today should be pretty inexpensive" (first element of foreshadowing). As we are on our way I am informed "just so we are clear this is my first round of golf this year so please be patient with me" (second element). I proceed to ask about the rain check for Royal Ontario and he says, "funny story, it is from 2007 but I called ahead and the pro said no worries, they would honour it" (third element). We arrive and see they have two tournaments set to tee off...this could be brutal.
The starter sends us off to 16 and says if we start there we shouldn't be held up in the least (he was right). About five holes in (Kevin is playing like a guy who has not played yet this year) it begins to rain. We make the decision to tough it out, after all I have have rain gloves...Kevin does not (fourth element). At hole number 3, a par 3, Kevin makes contact with the ball and his club helicopters out of his hand landing past the forward tees...small snicker as my rain gloves are working great. After hole 4, by some form of miracle the rain stops....as we are standing on hole 7 to hit our approach, Kevin pulls out his 9 iron to hit. As he swings the club once again helicopters out of his hand into the middle of a gigantic pond (fifth element). We were both in hysterics as were the foursome on the adjacent hole who happened to witness this spectacle of futility.
As we approach hole 11, a Par 3...139 yard hole...I snicker and say, "Kevin, I think I am going to hit an easy 9...what about you?" His response is unpublishable. I hit and plunk one into the centre of the green as the pin is ticked in the back right behind a big grassy mound. Kevin reluctantly grabs his 8 iron and swings away. The ball flight appear to be right at the flag and he begins to yell "be enough! get there!" I see the ball hit the mound and kick up toward the green and I comment, "shit, that could be really close".
As we approach the green the ball is not visible so the first place I walk to is the cup....and OMFG! he has just got a hole in one...I start yelling wooohooo! way to go Kevin..he of course thinks I am yanking his chain and refuses to believe me. That is, until he walks up and looks in the cup himself. There was no way in hell Kevin should have been on the golf course that day, but he was and by all rights we should have quit when he couldn't grip the club the first time but we soldiered on. If he had not lost his 9 iron in that pond, he would have never hit an 8 iron on hole number 11 and he would have never had his first hole in 1.
I shot my best round of the year scoring an 84 but my partner took away the days prize. A memory that will last a lifetime....I am sure glad I was there to see it!
