Well, that single digit stuff didn’t last for long. Two weeks to be exact. I’m back to double digits, and once again, OFFICIALLY a Shababa.
It just took two rounds.
First, a “smooth” 91 at Portsmouth Country Club in a classic Baba match. Summary? A Baba who shanked no less than six shots in his first fifteen holes rose up from the ashes to par and bogey Nos. 16 and 17 to tie the match. On 18, he was on in (net) regulation in two, 18 feet from the pin. It looked like all he needed was a two-jack to win the side and the match.
Aha! My Baba, with a stroke, sunk a 25-footer, which mean the other Baba would have to two-jack to tie. From 18 feet? Not too difficult.
Aha! The classic Baba proceeded to bang his first putt 10 feet past the hole, and then leave his comeback putt a foot short of the hole. Bottom line: Babas prevail; win $4.
Second, a rather pedestrian 96 at The Country Club in Brookline. Pleading presence on the PUP list: physically unable to perform. Pinched nerve; dead arm; Baba = 96. Of note, our “stud” FOUR-JACKED our second hole to immediately take us out of contention for any prize consideration.
And he’s not even a Baba!
Looking forward to my next round with son-in-law Nick this Friday. And of course, prepping for the Second Annual Shababa Invitational in Spooner, Wisconsin later this month.
WHERE IS BILLY D?!?!?!?
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