Sweet Victory

Here’s the summary of the South Bend Invitational. Tim and I both stunk up the course on the front nine at Morris Park Country Club (the course was absolutely fabulous by the way). We both shot 46. It was as if neither one of us wanted to walk away with the coveted trophy and the bragging rights that go with it. Then, on the back nine, we both got our games into gear.

It was tight through the first six holes of the second nine, and then my swing broke down on the sixteenth hole. I duck-hooked the drive, barely hit my second and third shots with my fairway wood and selected the wrong club for my approach shot leaving my ball about 60 feet short of the flag. Tim started gloating. He thought the match was his. Momentum was about to shift back to my favor, though. I sank the 60-footer for bogey. Then I came back on seventeen with a putt from off the green that found the bottom of the cup for a birdie. I ended the back nine with a 38 to win by 3 strokes.

I will display the trophy proudly. Poor Tim has to go back to Litchfield, Minnesota and explain how he lost the South Bend Invitational to a skinny, Italian guy.