70's, sunny, not much wind. Very nice.
Fairways firm. Greens rolled quick & smooth.
We started on #13 - shotgun.
Jerry finally wore me down. Jerry, you are slow. Yes, the tournament is slow but not like you, Jerry. There are degrees of slowness and Jerry, you seem incapable of understanding just what a drag you are on the entire process of playing. How is it that the other three of us can evaluate the situation, take a club and hit the ball in the time it takes you to wander back to your bag after assessing your lie?
Finally on the penultimate hole his snail-like characteristics got to me. I was standing over my 100 yard approach shot for about 3 minutes. I finally looked over my shoulder and Jerry is still fussing around with his bag and clubs - not even considering taking a stance or hitting his ball. We loosely play "ready golf" so I just went ahead and hit and know I was rushing a bit because I wanted to hit before Jerry started his pre-shot nap. So I skull it into a bunker and proceed to post an "8". Yes, I hit all 8 of those awful shots but Jerry was the one who started the ball rolling downhill and off the cliff.
Sigh. There is always next week, hopefully without Jerry in my foursome.
