I spent the better part of the day at the studio grinding on some sculpture pieces and working on a couple of other projects. I headed out to Lakewood in the late afternoon expecting to see lots of cars in the lot since the weather was once again outstanding. Surprisingly there were only a couple of cars and a just a few golfers in sight when I arrived. While I was taking a few warmup putts Leif drove up fresh from a round at Seatac so we decided to head out onto the course together. Leif started off hot, scoring birdies on the first three holes while I plodded along at par. I did manage to sink a long par putt on hole 5 (long) to take the tee box, at least for a couple of holes. There were baseball players on the field below hole ten which means we'll be needing to move the basket to the short position again soon. I had a really great drive on Geezer (12) which I promptly threw away by chucking my approach shot out of bounds and then chumping the next approach to take a fat six. Ah well, gotta learn to stay focused for the whole round. There was an odd looking guy walking around on the course as we played 13 and 14. He was dressed all in black and came up and was checking out the 14 basket after we played it. After finishing 15 we came across a group of five teens hanging out on the 16th tee. We just said "hi" and they reluctantly moved over long enough for us to throw our drives. As we were playing hole 17 back up toward the parking lot another group of somewhat sketchy looking characters came trucking down the fairway, one of them carrying a baseball bat, but they didn't exactly look like they were headed to spring training. The guy with the bat said something about disc golf so I let him try throwing one of my putters at the pin which gave his buddies a chuckle (he'd handed off the bat at that point). When he came up to me I noticed that he had a big gash (with what looked like stitches holding it together) on the bridge of his nose. After we finished 17 and went over to the 18th tee I heard, and then saw, them spray painting something on one of the park benches. Needless to say, Leif and I didn't run up and tell them to cut it out. Call me a wimp but I found the baseball bat and the stitched up nose a little intimidating. Later I walked with Brian down to the bench they had been hanging around and saw that they had written over the "THV" graffiti with "Vatos Locos X". Anyway, it was one of those weird days out at Lakewood, but the golfing was great!
I also sold one of my 2003 glo "battle" rocs on ebay tonight for just over $150. I've only got one left of the three that I originally bought. Should I save it? Sell it? or put it in my bag and throw it? Hmmmm?