Me and the regular crew — The Wedgie Bros. as we like to call ourselves — had quite the golfing weekend last week. First, we tried to play Tri-Mountain in Ridgefield, Wash. on a stormy Saturday that was called on No. 8 after lightning ended the round.Then, that Sunday, we played one of the oldest and most interesting tracks in the Portland metro area, Eastmoreland.
A long par 5 dogleg left, my drive was hammered some 280 yards, a very good drive for me. I followed that with a 5 iron to 20 yards, between the apron and the greenside bunker guarding the right side of the short stuff.
With a front right pin tucked in a true Sunday location, and with a burm between myself and the flagstick, the only option was a perfectly executed flop shot. And, much to my surprise, I performed beautifully. A high, soft wedge landed five feet short of the hole, hopped once, and rolled perfectly in for my latest Eagle.
But it wasn't all rosy. I decided to write a Haiku in honor of this momentus occasion.
Eagle of Disappointment
It's a simple game,
nippy flop shot for eagle,
still shot ninety-two
Thank you, thank you. Please keep your eyes on this blog for details about Matchstick HQ's next slam poetry event.
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