For more than an hour, I thought that my highlight during last night’s round during our informal little formal golf league at Northern Pines in Cicero would be the birdie putt from 15 feet dead past the hole on No. 3.
No, it wasn’t the 40-yard chip on No. 8 that left me a three-footer for another par on No. 8, either.
The best part of the fifth week for all of us, in fact, came as we were walking down the night fairway, ready to wrap up the round after a short but hard rainfall.
Off to the right, past the eighth fairway, was a double rainbow. Golf shots? What golf shots?
DJ, Bird, Morelli and I all noted and appreciated the moment. They called for the Bialczak camera. Yes, it’s gotten to that point.
Soon after I grabbed my increasingly trusty three-wood and carved my third shot on the par-five around a mid-fairway tree and onto the green. I left the pin-high putt of about 25 feet a good five-feet short. It had just rained for five minutes, slowing the green, remember? I hadn’t. Nailed the putt, though.
As the eight of us relaxed in the clubhouse afterward — full turnout for the first time since week two — our foursome glowed from the rainbow and the fact that we’d all broken 50.
So I shall reveal the scorecards for the night on the par-35 front nine: DJ 39, with a birdie on No. 9 and four pars; Bird 42 with pars on No. 2 and 4; 49 for Marie, narrowly missing par on both par-threes, including a marvelous sand shot on No. 5; and 47 for me, with pars on 3, 8 and 9. Damn that 7 on the par-four No. 7, which included a short, hooked drive to the left and a second shot that landed under the lip of a fairway bunker.
Have you stopped what you were doing to take a picture of a double rainbow? Would you stop playing golf during a five-minute pour or keep going? How would you feel when the other three golfers in your group opened their umbrellas and you discovered yours was in the trunk of your car?