Buerglers Bunker Breakdown

For the first time that I can ever remember, there was no swing game on a sunny summer Saturday morning. William, Romie, and I looked all over the club for a fourth to no avail . The local TGA Stroke Play and the Enid Acorn Invitational had turned Gardeniaville into a ghost town.

We took off just the three of us to play at least nine holes before deciding what do with the rest of our afternoon. I was not about to challenge summer Willy to much of a money game. We decided on 10 point two downs, and Romie played us for 5 a side. Romie had enough after nine, so he took off losing 5 to William and pushing with me. Not having much to do, William and I decided to stick it out for the back nine.

A very uneventful day got exciting quickly on the 13th hole. William hit his shot into the trap right and I found the elusive sweet spot on my six iron and knocked one close. William proceeds to shank one right off my ass out of the trap! I know it is a big target but I was standing straight right of where he was trying to hit the ball. Now for the really strange part. After rolling in the first birdie of my life on 13, Willy tries to call a penalty on me. This is totally unexpected as Keith is 120 miles away and he is the only one who would try to pull that crap. A quick call to the pro shop yields the correct ruling. Pat said that William could fire at me all day long with no penalties incurred for myself. I asked him to quickly bring me out some catchers gear for the final few holes.

On the par 5 14th Buergler hit his second shot into the left green side bunker. I am going nowhere near this situation! No one is safe at this point. Especially the 25 people participating in the Parade of Homes who are touring the new house that sits green side on 14. William thins another one directly into the swimming pool narrowly missing the pool guys head! The Realtors must of loved that shot. For the record, the ball hit was a Gardeniaville Invitational ball. At least we got some publicity out of the deal.

My only trip to the bunker all day came on 17, where I nestled one up tight to the green tees on the 18th tee box!

Nobody got hurt to bad, at least not financially. I ended up handing over a few points to William, but I did get a Gardeniaville Invitational tattoo on my ass...which is nice!