Crazy bounces are a big part of this weird game called golf.
The tee box at #14 drops straight into a deep lake surrounded by large, angular rocks. As a double whammy, when the sun gets low, it reflects off the water so that there’s a severe double glare.
Scott is one of my regulars. He’s also the worst golfer in the world to keep an eye on your ball. His distance vision is terrible and he’s color blind. Not a great combination for your foursome’s spotter. I swear his gravestone will read “I never saw it”.
It’s Scott’s turn to hit the tee ball on #14 and the glare is particularly bad that late afternoon. He caught half the ball so it dove straight to the lake, more specifically to the lake’s edge. In a split second the ball hit a rock at an impossible angle, came straight back, flew within an inch of Scott’s ear, hit the cart behind the tee box (again at another impossible angle), and bounced straight back toward Scott again. It landed only 6 inches from his tee that still in the ground.
“I never saw it” Scott said in a defeated tone.
I said “Look down. You’re still up!”
If it had not happened I’d never have believed it. But it did!
Fairway Follies, Joe Hinson 