Tags: tournament, scramble, foursome, divot, Talons Cove, putting, birdies, eagles
On Friday night, I received a call from Gasper. His son (who was supposed to be in our foursome) cracked his ribs in football practice, and was withdrawing from the tournament. I scrambled to find a replacement, and fortunately, my brother-in-law, Matt's brother, Chad, was available.

We arrived at Talons Cove Golf Club in Saratoga Springs just after 7 am. We hit range balls for a while, and then I attended the golf clinic. I got some great tips on grip, alignment, posture and standing on the balls of your feet. I was glad that the clinic had nothing to do with swing, and everything to do with giving yourself the chance to make good contact with the ball.

We were the first to tee off on the 8th tee, a par 3. Neither Gasper or I made the green, both of us coming up short, but Matt and Chad gave us decent positions to choose from on the green, but we couldn't get the putt to drop, and walked off the 8th green with a par.

The 9th hole is a par 5, and we were excited to record our first birdie, or even an eagle, but after coming up short on our second shot, and leaving ourselves with a 15 foot putt for birdie, which we missed, we settled for par again.

On the 10th hole, we finally made birdie. We faced a 12 foot putt, which I lined up and drained. My putting game was clutch from that range for a good portion of the day, which is more than can be said about the rest of my game.

For the next five holes, we birdied every other hole, bringing us to -3 as we walked off the 18th. It wasn't quite where we wanted to be, but we were having a blast, enjoying a fairly mild day on a course that was the most pristine that I have experienced. The fairways were immaculate, and there was hardly a divot on the course. When I see a course that is in a condition that good, I'm more inclined to make sure that I replace my divots and even seed them. If you're looking for a great lakeside course, Talons Cove is where it's at.

One through seven yielded the same results as the back nine, and when we turned in our card, we were at -6. If I had shot a 66 by myself, I would be exstatic, but with four of us together, we knew it wasn't going to be enough. The winning team brought in a score of 61 for -11. If we had sunk more of our putts, we would have taken home the trophy for a second year in a row, but luckily, golf isn't all about winning, as I would have given up a long time ago if that were the case.