I got the call about 9 am to meet at cedar Hill at 10 for a round with my usual group.
my friend and his brother and 2 of his friends.
I wasnt expecting to play that day but was glad to go so off I went.
I'm still unemployed and just had enough gas to make it out there and back and had $2 to my name for the day and was about to run out of smokes.
Since I am the more active player amongst these guys and usually play better than them I thought today would be a good day to finally see if they wanted to make it interesting and play for a few dollars each.
I mean, any one of them have beat me before but I can usually win so I kinda figured it would make it interesting and get me a few bucks for stoges and gas.
at first everyone was a bit hesitant, they had never played for $$ before or even in a tournament or a mini, but then it was only $2 each and I reminded them that any one of them could win and at some point all of them have played better than me ( I think there is where I jinxed myself)
we played the coyote course and I proceeded to play the worst round I can remember on that course.
I finished with a 17 over?!?! I dont know what happened. I felt very frustrated but I didn't let it show and tried to laugh off my terrible shots but it was killing me inside.
then.. when I was heading home my radar detector stopped working.
also ever since my ankle surgery my ankle hurts after a round, and we played the back of the beaver course also so it was a long day and now I was broke, my ankle hurt, I was out of smokes , no gas, and a little irked about my radar detector.
to top it off I missed my exit and had to go past it a bit on 67 when I was in a hurry to get back and help my dad move some furniture.
I just wanted that day to be over. not sure why I played so bad, maybe it was just one of those days?
the only bright side was the next day my radar detector magically started working again.