Golf Report

My goal for my first round of golf in 26 years: one regulation par.

I had three. In fact, I missed three other par putts under 15 feet!

Summary of the round:

I drove reasonably well. I hit only two balls out of bands (one a bladed sand shot around the green). I did not three-put a single green and I had several 60-70 foot putts. I made a 40-foot par putt. I had two sand saves. I made only two double bogeys. I had two makeable putts for birdie. I did not take a mulligan. My middle iron play killed me. If it had been decent, I would have broken 90. I shot 94. I saw one deer and a wonderful variety of birds. I admired the views of Mount Bachelor. I reconnected with my cousins and caught up on their lives. The most harrowing aspect of the round was the approximately 50 chipmunks darting around landing area of the driving range! There was a distinct possibility of killing one with a shot! I did not kill one, but it was on my mind during my practice on the range.

Another notable part of the round was the absence of any observation or interaction with the homeless. This marked the first time of such absence in any cultural or sporting event I’ve participated in or attended in the past five years. (Beach walks excluded.) That wasn’t refreshing, just merely strange. I know somewhere in Sunriver there are homeless people. They were everywhere I went in Central Oregon, walking, bicycling, skateboarding, living in cars and RVs, splayed across sidewalks. Even in Detroit.