Shandin Hills and Big Birds
Played 2-23-11.
Playing the 17th hole, a 500 yard par 5 with a green the size of your grandmother's living room rug. It's always been a bear of a hole to me because of the slightly uphill third shot to a well protected green. Joey has hit his second shot from the left side fairway bunker and is walking to his next shot when a golf ball comes rolling across the fair way and through his legs. He immediately throws his arms up at the guys on the neighboring 16th tee box who never yelled "fore!". They give him back the same gesture. He's upset. Within 20 seconds Mark hits his 5 wood skyward and right. Yes, right at the guys on the 16 tee! This is totally by accident and you guessed it, he never yells "fore!"! Don and I in the neighboring cart start to laugh and Joey gets upset at Mark because he cannot rightfully chew out the guys playing #16. We laugh some more.
Meanwhile, I have hit a nice 3 wood second shot to about 50 yards from the pin. After pulling my lob wedge and settling the giggles down, I hit a perfect half wedge that checks up in front of the hole and roles in for eagle and helps me shoot a 76! (Not bad considering I was 5 over by the 5th hole.) The only thing that was a better feeling than seeing the ball go in the hole was seeing and hearing the reaction by Elliott and Ralph's group playing behind us after they saw I made eagle. Yes, total disgust and realization that they had each lost a whole dollar. (Eagles are worth 4 dots, each dot worth a quarter.) I received a nice "atta-boy!" from everyone after the round, except for Dave who said "fuck you!". Very funny guy.
The golf course was in thin shape with the fairways very dormant and the rough almost non-existent. Bunkers are still nice and the greens were about as good as I've seen them in a while. The main reason we don't play here very often is because of the noise that surrounds and engulfs the entire course. This is caused by the dissection of the two nines by the 215 freeway and the south-side bordering by the BNSF Railway. Man, those trains are loud! One thing you will always see here though are the hawks that soar over the course with great regularity. Beautiful sight.
Huge kudos to John in the pro shop who gave us a dozen Nike golf balls before the round as thanks for bringing our group to the course. Top-notch class. The balls went to the wining team of George, Tino, Clarence and Dave. (Our team finished last, but only lost $4 apiece because of my heroics on 17 and some very nice greenies by Joey and I.)