Two holes in a row last night at Northern Pines, I hustled to the little black bag tucked inside my golf bag and pulled out my iPhone 4.
It was quite the week four for our little informal formal golf league. DJ had returned from his week off to tend to visiting family. We teed off on the back nine, late afternoon gray, but not nearly as ominous as weather forecasters had been warning all day.
Big buster DJ took out his driver on the par-four 15th hole because Bird told him to go for it. With a trap 220 yards out, some 60 yards from the green, and a pond lining the left side of the fairway and green, and woods down the right side of the fairway, DJ usually lays up with an iron.
Bird thought the wind conditions were right for DJ to let it all out.
And, yes. Yes, he did. DJ busted that white-headed Taylor Made driver of his. The ball rode that wind like a happy holiday celebrator on a chute pulled by a power boat. It carved past that trap, landed at the start of the green and rolled to mid-green, right side.
Yup. On the par-four in one, eagle putt to come.
(Bird easily cleared the trap with his drive, too, by the way, his ball coming to a stop some 20 or so yards short of the green.)
Dave carefully lined it up. Pin way to the back of the green. Missed. Birdie.
Next hole, par-five, hole way the hell down the opposite direction from 15.
Bird jokes on the tee how he’s never been able to stop his second shot on the crowned green.
Bird smotes his drive. Bird stripes his hybrid, as pretty of a second shot as you’ll see on this bear. The ball settles on the front of the crowned green.
Bird lines up his eagle putt. Pin also way to the back of the green. The ball just misses wide. Birdie.
As a by-the-way, one of my two golfing eagles came here at Northern Pines, at No. 15, when I pitched a sand wedge from about 40 yards left of the green, over the bunker, to watch it roll into the hole. I was playing with Bird.
Do not ask me how I did last night, though. I had a fine night with the iPhone 4 camera. Although Bird did kindly tell me that I could easily turn the camera shutter click sound off. I don’t want to, though. I don’t hit the button through their shot. I know golf photo etiquette, I swear.
If you’re a golfer, have you ever got an eagle? If you know a golfer, have you ever heard them brag about getting an eagle? If you really know a golfer, did you believe that they really got an eagle?