Last Round of the Season

Enough of that.  On to golf…

   The last time I played, I was selfish and did not call Terry.  I wanted to play with my “regular” group one last time, just Bruce, C.J., and me.  I wanted to play eighteen holes, but it was getting windy and nasty, so we all stopped after eleven. 

   After having lost badly the last few times playing with Bruce and C.J., I was hoping for a win this time...

Off to Orlando!

11-17-10

   I am on my way to Denver on a Frontier flight.  I will connect from there and go on to Orlando, FL for the first time in my life.  The flights are free (free to me anyway), the food is free, and the hotel is also all taken care of.  Thank you, Bisti Writing Project.  I am staying at Disney’s Caribbean Resort.  I am representing the BWP as the new TL (Tech Liaison).  Yesterday I told my class I would be gone for the next three days.  Their mouths were open.  They were not smiling.  I told them to be nice to the subs, Mrs. (last name) and Mrs. (other last name), and they will be nice to you.    

   This will be my first time in Disney World!  I am going to be a “conventioneer.”  My plan is to play golf at least once while I am there, at least nine holes.  I will have to rent clubs, not something I really like to do, but it will be worth it.

   I also have work to do.  I have several conferences/workshops to attend, and my goal is to get new ideas and bring them back, ideas for the new web site I will help build, ideas for the spring writing and technology class I will be helping teach this coming spring. 

   Enough of that.  On to golf…

*See next post for the golf portion.

Outdrive or Outscore?, Birdie 24, and a Qwest Update

     Since we were done with that game, I did something a little different on the next hole by trying to drive the green.  I smacked a high push/fade that flew over the cottonwoods and ended up in the bunker next to the green.  It was not where I was aiming, but it was beautiful.  I had a long bunker shot to start and my full swing caused a bad contact that skittered my ball over to the right, landing it right back in the bunker again.  Then I made a much better contact giving my ball a ride on the sand.  Little clumps of sand fell on the green in a small shower and my ball was pretty close, about six feet away.  I made that putt for a funky, funny par that tricked my fellow players into thinking I had made a bogey when we discussed honors on the last teeing ground.

Halloween, Terry, and Match Play

Halloween is tomorrow.  It’s nice that it’s on a Sunday this year.  I had my class’s Halloween party on Friday.  Next year, Halloween’s on a Monday, though.  I’m reading a funny book sent to me by my best friend Joe called 32 Third Graders and One Class Bunny by Phillip Done.  In it, he talks about how much he despises Halloween parties.  He claims he would, “… rather take three Christmas parties and four Easters any day for one Halloween.  Who ever thought that stuffing millions of children with candy, then sticking them in costumes and putting spears in their hands all on the same day was a good idea?” 

   No doubt they are pretty chaotic days, but they are also great fun.  Where else do children get to pretend to be someone else?  I was a “stormteacher,” using an authentic replica stormtrooper helmet that I also got from my best buddy Joe, and it was a big hit.  I would send the children out to recess saying, with my deepest loyal imperial soldier voice, “Move along.  Move along.”

   I hesitate to write about this next part, but I will...

P.A.R. Stands for Something Now

10-28-10

   Hole #14 was sad.  I had a big tee shot that went up to hole #7’s fairway, but when Terry and I drove over to go find it, we never did.  And then a group started to play #7, and another group came up behind us, so after an uncomfortably long amount of searching, I decided to give up.

   When we got back to the tee box...

Day Two-Part 3 or No More Adam

10-26-10

   That’s enough about Adam.  It’s colorful stuff, but it was frightening and a little distasteful.  I worry about him reading this blog, throwing his sand wedge and making it land in my head.  He said he was a bail bondsman on hole #4’s teeing ground.  Thankfully, he is not a bounty hunter, but it’s still a little intimidating.

   Was I affected by all of this?

Day Two-Part 2 or Angry Adam

 10-24-10

   I am mad.  The tournament was on October 3^rd, but I have not taken the time to finish writing about it until now.  I know I am working full time as a teacher, but I should have fit it in better.  Ah well, better to write about it now than not at all.  It will all get in here eventually.

   I wanted to mention one more thing about the first day.  It’s not a big deal, but on the first tee after Tom had announced our names on the intercom, we (Mickey, Terry and I) had a conversation about our last names and how people hardly pronounced them correctly, especially Terry’s and mine.  I think Tom said Swoop when he announced my name.  We then talked about the origins of our last names.  I’ve been told Swope comes from Schwabia (sp?), a country in Germany.  I am of Irish and German descent.  So, once again, not a big deal, but interesting to me.  We were all relaxed on the first tee and knew each other well enough to have a casual conversation about that.

   Okay, day two.  Day two was odd...