Several weeks ago, Heidi and I went to play golf over at the Old Brickyard in Ferris, Tx. I was having a splendid game for me, scoring a 6, 6, 6 and 4 on the first three holes, putting me 7 over par, but 1 under Timothy Par. Timothy par is simply adding 2 strokes to each hole, with the hopes of keeping me from being discouraged and the hopes of breaking 100… someday. While the score for some may not look good, I was having an excellent game. My swing was spot on, for me and I was happy with the outcome.
But alas, it didn’t last. There was a storm brewing in the west, and we knew that we could get rained out. The storm hit just as I hit my tee shot on hole number 5 with the flash of lightning and the crack of thunder. My tee shot went widely to the right. I’m not blaming it on the lightning because I took another shot, and alas, did the same thing. Since the lightning was a bit of a distance, I went looking for my first tee shot, found it in some tall grass in the trees, and made a beautiful shot out of the trees and into the middle of the fairway. For my third shot, I advanced the ball 175 yards up the fairway and just off to the left, leaving me a bit of a distance to the green. But alas, the wind picked up, with more lightning and given the belief that lightning kills a thousand golfers every year, I left my ball next to the fairway and got Heidi back to the club house.
The storm really began to blow before we got there and we thought we would be drenched. But we made it to the clubhouse before the rain started to fall. Once it did fall, I knew that my golf was over for the day. I will forever believe that this was the day that I would have broken 100, had it not been for the storm.