Seven Alone

When I was a little kid, I remember going to the local movie theatre and watching a movie called “Seven Alone”. It was a fictionalized account of the real-life adventure of the Sagers, a frontier family that crossed the U.S. by wagon train, hoping for a better life in the Oregon Territory. Last night, I experienced my own version of the movie.

You see, we didn’t have Mens’ Night. Normally that would be fairly upsetting for me, especially given that it was our second last week. It actually turned out better than I would have expected.

Due to the rain / mist / dampness, I didn’t head to the course until 5:30 pm. Wes was there waiting and there were three guys playing some practice holes…but that was it. Only two others showed up by six giving us a total of seven golfers. This was below the requisite 10 golfers to run Mens’ Night.

Instead of going home, we decided to golf. The seven of teed off together on one and played skins. As a participant and observer, I would say that the golf was really good, with scores of 34, 35, 38, 38, 39, 42, and 42 spread throughout the group.

It was completely dry until the sixth hole, and even then what came in was more than a mist and fog combination. That was no problem for a few holes, although it was remarkably hard to see your ball once it got into the air. By the ninth hole, a couple of glow balls were in play but you could still sort of see a regular ball in flight. When we had carry-overs and had to play #1 and #2 again, it was nearly black outside. Those of us without glowing night balls were able to play on, finding our balls by instinct and luck. In the end, it came down to the two illuminated balls on the second green. When they both parred, we said enough was enough, and shook hands and called it a night.

Thanks to Robin, Brad, Jason Hunter, Wes, Dan, and Milt for a fun evening.

One important thing to note…next week is our final Mens’ Night of the season. Remember, it is technically called Mens’ Night and not Mens’ Golf Night. The distinction is subtle but noteworthy.  Even if the weather is less than ideal, who cares? Come out for one last chance to hit some golf balls and hang out with the Wednesday night crew one final time before next May.

Until next week…stay dry and good luck with the harvest.