3 times 18 plus 9 (part 2)

11:00 o’clock: The Arnold Palmer course starts with an uphill par 5, dogleg right. I slice my first tee shot in the right rough, the second one I hook into the left one. We find neither of both, so this fairway stays untouched and I discard the hole. Nice agaves around the green:

11:25 o’clock: I can do magic! I hit my first tee shot on the par three and it disappeared. Nobody of us saw where it went. Second tee shot finds the green and I ‘save’ double-bogey.

11:40 o’clock: Par!

11:55 o’clock: Par!

12:18 o’clock: Not that f***ing bunker again. Look at that par3: two bunkers in front, two in the back, yawning at you and screaming: “Feed me with your balls!” And I obeyed them.

12:30 o’clock: What a beautiful tee shot, solid four iron, cruising for par.

12:31 o’clock: Fuck par, sliced my second shot in the smallest of all biotopes, sliced the next shot into the woods. Another green I will not touch.

13:00 o’clock: Did anybody see my sand wedge? Must be back at the ninth, where I threw it away in anger. The marshal drives back and gets it for me. Thanks!

13:20 o’clock: Funny, give me hight trees aligning the fairways and I hit my tee shots straight. Bernd and Klaus navigate through the trees and find themselves in funny lies.

13:40 o’clock: 14th hole finished, we are officialy in the second half of the tournament.

14:10 o’clock: Bernd is struggling on the fairway of the par 5 15th but then holes his shot from 120 meters for bogey. Spectacular shot, high five!

14:20 o’clock: Good thing that I got myself a second towel for myself, I am sweating like a pig.

14:40 o’clock: Short par four, but the green is a bitch. My approach shot lands on the upper half of the green and rolls some 12 meters back down the green. Three-putt for bogey.

15:20 o’clock: FORE! Another horrible slice of mine almost hits Bernd. We both we’re lucky, next time stand behind me for your personal safety, Bernd.

15:30 o’clock: 36 holes are behind us, time for some pasta at the clubhouse. Despite some blackouts, I am satisfied with my game. It’s not my A game, rather B-, but it’s good. More pars than usual, but too many discards on the other side. You have to take a different approach to such a tournament. I don’t read every puttline, I skip out on the practice swings. I play more by the stomach than by the brain. Just keep yourself going and in a good flow. My feet start to get heavy a little. I change shoes, socks and shirt again (now it is time for the 63-shirt!), the shuttle cart will pick us up at 16:00 to move us over to the first tee of the Stan Eby course.