Well... the run officially ended today.
I've always said that I don't mind losing as long as I play well. The fact that it took 7 hours and 38 holes to decide the eventual winner pretty much sums it up. It was an epic battle... one of those rounds where neither of us got more than 1-up on the other. Over and over, back and forth... shot for shot, putt for putt, hole for hole. We literally hit so many good quality shots that we just started laughing about it midway through - how we could play as well as we were playing under so much pressure... with about 40 members providing a gallery no less, just watching and waiting for someone to do something great or to royally screw the pooch. We put on one helluva show today for 'em.
The very first hole of the match would be a prelude of the type of day it would be, the type of match it would become. I'm lying 2 just in the rough about 25 feet away, pin-high. My opponent was in the fringe about 20 feet away, lying 3.
I hit this wonderful pitch shot up over the small mound and I hear the gallery clap and cheer... I also hear the ball hit the pin and then I heard the gasps. I get up there and my ball somehow hung on the lip of the hole, a mere breath of wind away from dropping. Son of a bitch... my par is obviously conceded. My opponent is 20 feet away and he has to navigate about 5 feet of fairway and fringe before his ball gets rolling on the green. Damned if he didn't chip it in for par... great, great shot. We're talking dead-center.
And it was on. And it was like this the whole damned day pretty much.
We finished the first 18 holes and I was 1-down. With storms in the forecast later on, we both agreed that we would decline the 45-minute break between rounds, so we took 10 minutes to fuel up and cool off a bit. And then it continued. Shot after shot, hole after hole, birdies and pars... back and forth. Around about the 27th hole - it occurred to me that it was likely going to come down to someone either hitting a great shot near the end or hitting an awful shot to decide it. I hit a great one on the par3 16th, 235 yards of in-your-face misery, our 34th hole of the match. I took a little off of my driver, swung easy, played a nice high cut that landed 10 feet away. That got the match back to all square. We both hit great approaches on both the 35th hole and the 36th hole, both of us just narrowly missing birdies to put the other away. Now we're going to sudden death.
I damn near holed my chip on the first playoff hole... it rolled around the cup, 1/4 inch from dropping, made my par. Thought I might've stole the match there. My opponent leaves his birdie putt 5 feet short, but to his credit - drains it for par. Onto the second playoff hole.
So I'm at the back of the green in two, just off the green, with a horrible lie in the rough. Ball is sitting down, huge clump of grass right behind the ball, and I've only got about 20 feet to work with. But I'm still in better shape than my opponent... he's in the green-side bunker, extremely difficult shot, downhill lie, to a downslope on the green. It was the type of shot that most guys at our level would probably chunk and leave another upcoming sand shot, or blade completely over the other side of the green.
But my buddy was up for it. He splashed it out, ball lands in the fringe, and starts gently rolling toward the hole. I'm watching this ball... waiting for it to stop, but it just keeps rolling and rolling and rolling. I thought it was going in, for sure... It caught the left edge, and somehow stayed out. Damn... I mean I'm not expecting him to butcher the shot, he's too good a player to make that type of mistake. But that shot was just all-world. The guys on tv would do well to leave that ball an inch from the hole from that lie in that bunker, on a downslope on the green running away from him. It was a serious touch of class.
So the rain is coming down harder now, and I know that I'm not getting any spin on the ball with the clump of grass behind my ball. I also know that once the ball goes up the slope to the pin - about 2 feet past the hole it starts running down the slope on the other side. Can't leave it short... can't just get up there and whack it either. Horrible lie. Just a really difficult situation. I took a deep breath and decided, well... if I can't leave it short, and I can't hit it long, I might as well try to make the damned thing. I mean - the odds of hitting it to a foot are low. The odds of chunking and running it... maybe that might work. It was really the only play I had.
So I took the 58ΒΊ wedge, tried to just simply hit down on the grass behind the ball to pop it out and get it running. And it looked very, very nice the entire way up the hill... but just a touch too firm, long enough to trickle past the hole and then start wobbling down the other side. The ball just kept rolling and rolling, refusing to stop until it got about 8 feet beyond the pin.
With nothing to lose at this point, I gave the must-make a great run. I read it well, just hit it an ounce too hard. It caught the left lip, stayed out. And that's how it ended.
I went over and hugged my buddy, congratulated him. It meant a lot to him to win today. He's 57 years old, very solid player, but he's also not going to have many more opportunities like today to get his name on the wall. He just smiled, his voice cracking a bit, full of emotion. We had one helluva match, we were both exhausted. He said, "Listen, you could've just as easily won as I did... you made this match very memorable for me, Scott. To come out ahead, with you playing as solid as you played from start to finish - I just can't possibly explain how much more special that makes the achievement. I didn't know I had this in me, but you brought out my best, because I knew it would take nothing less to win today."
So that's what I'll hang my hat on tonight. A fun season, a great season, that didn't end the way I was hoping it would, but no less in such an exciting and climactic fashion. Afterward, several of the former club champs and founding members who watched said it was the most exciting championship finals they've seen since the club opened some 17 years ago. So I guess that means something.
I can't be disappointed, not when I'm hearing stuff like that.
Congrats to my buddy Joe, who just played his ass off today. He certainly earned the honors.