Drive for Show, Putt for Dough

I spent most of this past Wednesday "at work" out on Woodlake golf course. It was the first company-sponsored golf tournament of the season, and I got to play best ball with three other coworkers. We were having a good ol' time drinking Modello and playing fairly well for a group of people whose last year combined total rounds of golf was under a baker's dozen.

Woodlake is one of those newly planned community golf courses surrounded by large houses that go for less than $300k because you're out in the middle of nowhere. One of the cool features was that the carts were outfitted with GPS, so at any point in the course you knew exactly how far away you were from the pin.

The clubhouse was renting the latest and greatest drivers for $5 per 18 holes. Not having a driver in my bag, I figured what the heck and decided to give a Titleist 905R with a stiff shaft a try. And what a smart decision that was...

Hole 16 at Woodlake is a 315 yard slight downhill par 4. I pulled out the 905R and just cranked one down the fairway. My best shot all round. We drove down the fairway looking for my ball, and couldn't find it. Confused, we kept on going until we realized my ball was sitting to the left of the green on the fringe. We couldn't believe it. It was a 305 yard drive.

From where my ball lay, I had about a 12 foot putt with a slight uphill over the fringe. Nervous and excited, I stepped up and putted. My ball scooted up over the fringe, took a slight hop once it hit the green, and rolled right smack dab into the middle of the pin. My first eagle. I jumped for joy.