Showing posts with label tournament. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tournament. Show all posts

Friday, June 24, 2016

The Remainder of the Robbie Ward Tournament

Written on 6-12-16.

     Belinda is out on a kayak on Jackson Lake.  I’m in our GMC truck writing while she motors around out there.  She is happy, so I’m happy.  Dave and Julie chose not to come to the cabin home this weekend, so Belinda and I spontaneously drove up here last night.  I went to the 5:15 mass, and I learned our priest, Father Kingsley, will be moving to Oklahoma City in August.  This was very upsetting news to the congregation; some cried.  I am sad, too.  Father Kingsley has done so much for our church, and he has brought us all closer to God, in my opinion.  Isn’t that what all priests should do?
     This morning, we learned of even more sad, and honestly, tragic, news.  A gay bar in Orlando was attacked, and our country now has its worst mass shooting…ever.  Good grief!  Sigh.  What the heck is the world coming to?  At this point, it has been reported that there are 50 dead and 53 injured.  Speculation is that it was an...

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Robbie Ward Memorial Tournament-Part 1

Written on 6-11-16.

     Well, my back survived it.  It’s a bit sore, but I can tell I am on my way to recovery.  Hopefully, I can start working out again vigorously this week.  
     Today is Bev and Curt’s 28th wedding anniversary.  Congrats to them.  I just texted her to congratulate them and confirm that it’s been 28 years, and she literally just texted me back saying it is.  Wow!  I’m so happy and relieved that the Verizon strike is over now, too, and that Bev can be back at her home and working at her “regular” job again.
     Our team took 8th place out of 19 teams in the Robbie Ward Memorial Tournament, and we were able to get it to 7 under with a score of 65.  The winning team got it to 15 under, and that score tied another team’s score, so they held a playoff.  
     Usually, in order to save time, a scorecard playoff is used, but a playoff playoff took place to determine the winners.  It was a father vs. son playoff, and the father was victorious.  After the playoff, raffle prizes were given out and this year I won a big one!  I won a...

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Ray Torres Fundraiser Tournament-Part 2

Written on 9-18-14.

    It’s commercial time for The Biggest Loser, one of my favorite shows.  The farewell season of our family’s favorite show, Parenthood, begins next Thursday.  Speaking of family, we are going to visit our children for the first time this school year next Friday.  We are all so excited to be reunited.  I am betting that next week will crawl along like the caterpillar that was found on one of the coat hooks in my classroom this afternoon.  So excited to see them.  Can’t wait.
    

Back to the golf…

#8-I had the longest drive, a gutsy one considering everyone else had fared poorly.  It was long and up the left side, and it ended up just past the ditch where it curves away towards the pro shop.  Damon had the better pitch onto the green, but mine was a close second choice.  Ron backed up his previous birdie putt with a downhill putt that leveled out at the hole.  Three under.

#9-My drive was fine, but Dan hit a low shot that bore over the teeing area on #12.  I felt certain it wouldn’t make it past the o.b., but it did without a problem.  Ron called the pro shop for a proper ruling on whether we could take it out of that rough area and drop farther back.  He said we...

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Ray Torres Fundraiser Tournament-Part 1

Written last night.

    It’s harder to find time to write during the school year.  I do everything I can to be the best and most professional teacher I can be, so that takes time away from my personal writing.  Because of that, I’m going to get “write” to the golf this time.
    When I earned that birdie on hole #6 and went on that birdie, par, par, par run that ended up being the difference in the match with C.J. and I against Bruce and Reilly, it was mostly with thanks to Bruce, although he didn’t know it. 
    He had graciously kept one of my inappropriately titled golf balls in his bag after finding it on the course weeks earlier.  I believe it was that ball that...