tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37303084970615575482024-03-12T20:16:13.442-07:00CDB golfA blog for CDB and friends. Or anyone interested in following a couple of golf-crazy guys in their never-ending attempt to play the perfect game of golf. Just once.derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957060871901325054noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730308497061557548.post-86624344148842846802010-09-28T18:49:00.000-07:002010-10-05T19:59:09.387-07:00Farewell to BroadmooreIf you haven't heard, the Murrays are moving. While I will definitely miss the MurrayMint (so named for the color of the kitchen, which was mixed by Travis and April) I am really excited to see the new MurrayMint, located in Edmond, which means it is closer to CDB1! The MurrayMint served as the HQ for all CDB Operations for the entire state of Oklahoma. (Although this is changing, more on that later) The adopted, and some might even say home, of CDB was <a href="http://www.golflink.com/golf-courses/course.aspx?course=905945">Broadmoore</a>, which is located a mere 2.1 miles from the MurrayMint. I know that I won't be able to fully describe the greatness of Broadmoore, but I will do my best. <div><br /></div><div>Duffy Martin (I'm sure his friends called him "Duffer") designed the 6,334 yard, par 71 course in 1962. Travis played there alone first, but I remember the first time we both played Broadmoore was sometime in the late winter/early spring of 2009. It immediately reminded me of the course my grandparents lived on when I was growing up which is where I "learned" (ha!) to play golf, so I had some sort of weird memory-like connection immediately. Because Broadmoore was built in '62, it had a SWEET clubhouse and since CDB is such a huge fan of Mid-Century architecture/culture, we were immediately impressed with the facilities, which had changed very little in the last 47 years. </div><div><br /></div><div>Upon inspection, CDB easily surmised that Broadmoore was the place to play in the '60s; the clubhouse was two storys, included a pro-shop, restaurant, club room, locker rooms, and offices for the "pros." The staff at Broadmoore was a bunch of old guys who looked like they had been there since it opened and just never left. It seemed as if they were originally the club "pros" that gave lessons there. Although it is somewhat difficult to picture anyone taking lessons at Broadmoore today, it was so easy to picture Broadmoore when it opened in 1962; young families enjoying their swanky new clubhouse, learning to play and love golf on the newest course in town. However, by the time CDB arrived, the clubhouse only offered a glimpse of what used to be; One "pro" ansered the phone, took tee time reservations, checked golfers in, sold "experienced" golf balls and a few other items while one or two young girls operated the snack bar (no longer a restaurant) located on the second floor, which had a nice view of the ninth green to the left and the putting green to the right. </div><div><br /></div><div>I remember the first time we played there, stopping in for a Snickers and some coffee (it was cold) at the turn. While enjoying our refreshments, we observed the group behind us on the ninth green and noticed that one of the guys had an anger problem. CDB doesn't like anger problems. Anyway, while upstairs in the "snack bar" we started looking around and exploring some of the rooms when we came across a life-sized cardboard cut out of Sergio Garcia. Now, if you are reading this, then you probably know our good friend Cody, who happens to look EXACTLY like Sergio. We had a good laugh and took some pictures with "Sergio" before heading back out to finish our round. Unfortunately, this clubhouse burned down in July of 2009. It was the strangest thing, we showed up the morning after and were shocked when we saw the remains of the clubhouse still smoldering. But, in true Broadmoore fashion, the "pros" had set up a couple card tables and were still open, cash only of course. </div><div><br /></div><div>The actual Broadmoore course is pretty special. Not in the way that some of our other favorite courses are special, but in its very own Broadmoore-ian way. I can honestly say that there is not another course like it in OKC or Tulsa. So much of what sets Broadmoore apart is memories, not that we don't have memories from other courses, but Broadmoore memories somehow seem a little different. I think part of this is because none of our other friends (or people in general) know anything about Broadmoore, which makes it a CDB course more than anywhere else. Travis and I both appreciated Broadmoore exactly for what it was and loved all the imperfections, oddities, and quirks. There are the gas carts; not because they need gas for severe elevation but probably just because that's what they already had, and why change? There are the cart paths that are just asphalt, no concrete, no curbs, just asphalt. There are the old, abandoned bridges with the white railing that are unnecessarily steep which haven't been used in years. But instead of removing them or repairing them, the "pros" simply hung a chain across them, signifying their closure. There are the cardstock-like scorecards that are somehow larger than other courses' scorecards. There is the waste pile (which includes dead trees, brush, telephone poles, remnants of the clubhouse, and only the CDB gods know what else) right off the fairway on number 10. There is the cool, one of a kind, 70s modern house between the seventh green and the eighth teebox. And finally, there was the coolest sign in the parking lot that you passed on your way to the sixth tee; it was at least eight feet long and four feet tall with a picture of a young boy and his father playing golf, with "Broadmoore Golf Course" in a great '60s typeface across the top. </div><div><br /></div><div>There are, of course, all the on course memories and shots which are too numerous to list here. Although, it is worth mentioning that Travis and I both shot our lowest scores to date, 83 for me and 77 for Trav, at Broadmoore on Schafer's birthday last year. It was also the kind of place where no one said anything the time we took Schafer with us and played an entire round. </div><div><br /></div><div>Another thing that separates Broadmoore from our other courses is the amount of change we've been able to witness. It's almost like we're part of the club or something like that. We played there when the original clubhouse was still standing, we had a good idea of what the club was like when it opened and appreciated the nostalgia it offered to those willing to look. We saw the clubhouse still smoldering the morning after it burned down. We watched as they built the cheap metal building for the cart barn. We noticed (and were very, very sad) when they tore down the old sign. We saw the mysterious "country club" building before it was torn down, too. And most recently, we've seen the foundation for the new clubhouse. All in all, we've seen a lot of change at Broadmoore and in a way it almost feels like we've been able to take part in the transformation. I know that I'm talking like we'll never be able to play Broadmoore again and I'm sure we will play it again, but it won't be the same. From now on, playing Broadmoore will require planning and a 30 minute drive and come complete with a new clubhouse, which is exactly what Broadmoore is not. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here are a few stories from our round last weekend at Broadmoore and a few examples of what one can expect when playing Broadmoore:</div><div><br /></div><div>We had an 8:40am tee time and arrived a few minutes after 8. Once we made it to the putting green, the group (a fivesome no less!) that was scheduled to tee off before us began showing up. A few were on the green with us kind of chit-chatting about nonsense when one the fourth guy of their group showed up. He was such a loudmouth, not only would he not shut up, but he was so loud I'm sure the "pros" in the mobile-mini (aka clubhouse) heard him. When their fifth guy finally showed up, Mr. Loudmouth would not stop berating him. It was so awkward because it was fairly obvious that Mr. 5th Man didn't know Mr. Loudmouth all that well and wasn't quite sure how to react. I remember Mr. Loudmouth giving Mr. Five a hard time about his glasses and I remember thinking that his glasses looked pretty good.</div><div><br /></div><div>Once we made it to the first tee, another twosome shows up and says that they have an 8:57 tee time but that the "pros" told them to go ahead and tee off. As if that wasn't enough, after we let them go, another twosome jumps ahead of us and tells us that they're going to go ahead and tee off so they can catch the first twosome and play with them. What the hell is going on?? </div><div><br /></div><div>So, once again CDB lets someone else tee off. The next part of this story is so strange. This (especially this) is one of the things that would only ever happen at Broadmoore. Anyway, by now a line is beginning to form on the first tee box. The foursome behind us was waiting to the right and behind the markers, which is where Trav and I were standing, watching the guys in front of us suck it up. Because CDB2 is the more social one, he politely goes over to the group behind us to explain the situation and just be the nice guy that he is. Well, Trav's conversation with them started out innocently and normal enough. But, at some point it took a very awkward turn. I'm not exactly sure how Trav and this other guy on the topic (I wasn't really listening yet) of golf shoes, but Mr. Smoke (he sounded like a robot, most likely due to emphysema) was particularly enamored with CDB2's silver Adidas golf shoes. First asking if they were comfortable (they are), then remarking that they looked very light (right again), and finally telling Trav about his friend in North Carolina who had a pair exactly like them. He went on about the shoes, and in an attempt to explain just how light they really were told Travis that if he were to try and throw one of his shoes, it would only go about a foot. Because it is that light. Ha! Mr. Smoke then began commenting on the materials of the shoes. (To his credit the shoes do look very different than normal golf shoes, mostly because of the different materials.) At this point, Trav and Mr. Smoke were still about 5 feet behind me and I was facing the other way trying not to laugh too much. Now, up until now the conversation had been mostly normal, but when Mr. Smoke asked Trav if he could feel his shoe a line was definitely crossed. Because Trav is such a nice guy (and was undoubtably shocked by the odd request) he said uhh, sure and mumbled something about the two different materials and how ventilated the shoes were. I knew I didn't want to miss this, so I glanced around just in time to Mr. Smoke down on one knee groping Trav's foot. Not just running a finger or two across the top of his foot, but literally squeezing Trav's foot like it was one of those stress balls. I have no idea what was said after this because I'm pretty sure I lost it and had walked away. Like I said, only a Broadmoore is there a chance you'll have your foot felt up. </div><div><br /></div><div>In addition to this, there were a number of other very strange noises one never expects to hear on a golf course. Including but not limited to: an inordinate amount of barking/yipping dogs, owners yelling at said dogs (Sissy!!...Sissy!!), someone hammering some sheet metal, a helicopter, tornado sirens, a ban saw, and of course Mr. Smoke's robot-voice which surprisingly carried a long way. I'm sure there are more, but this post is out of control!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So there it is, a fairly decent description of all that is Broadmoore. Thinking of experiencing Broadmoore for yourself and taking in all its greatness? Don't bother; you'll be disappointed, underwhelmed, and confused. Confused about how and why Travis and I loved Broadmoore so much. Because, like I said, it's all about the memories. And I'm just glad I've got so many good Broadmoore memories. </div><div><br /></div>derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957060871901325054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730308497061557548.post-4138711852713333372010-07-15T14:47:00.001-07:002010-07-15T19:02:29.808-07:00Play Vintage!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhovW7Kf788DAFh7V1Lhk7UDU9QrwZiLEGTyx7E3D4ZEGFG53L5OErqfcCYecyh37uwbuKB7szR7fegL0wt_8pkm4q9IGKPhy-PocQ2sJpbLiboXSwMweyAArVeyA5L10qpgtvvXajVTsY/s1600/playvintage.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhovW7Kf788DAFh7V1Lhk7UDU9QrwZiLEGTyx7E3D4ZEGFG53L5OErqfcCYecyh37uwbuKB7szR7fegL0wt_8pkm4q9IGKPhy-PocQ2sJpbLiboXSwMweyAArVeyA5L10qpgtvvXajVTsY/s320/playvintage.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494317020595385986" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div>Here at CDB, we like to have fun in all sorts of different ways. It seems we're always having some competition (CDBbucks), an ongoing inside joke (CDB, for one), and all kinds of different activities or events. Last summer we did the "Pink Shirt" thing (which was really a competition, an inside joke, and an activity combined) and the "Ugliest Golf Shirt" competition. It seems that one of this summer's activity is "Vintage Day." A few weeks ago, Travis had the brilliant idea that we should both buy an older (vintage) set of clubs and play a round or two with them. Of course, there are some people who want every technological advantage available when it comes to golf equipment, but CDB has a great love for the history of golf and an affinity for not only golf equipment throughout history but the culture, etiquette, and fashion. So this idea was something we definitely had to do. We both immediately started looking around for some older irons. Trav naturally lusted after some <a href="http://www.ping.com/about/decade.aspx?id=5850">PING Eye2</a> irons and the first thing I searched for on eBay was "vintage Titleist irons." (This is not surprising because Trav currently plays some PING S57 irons and I play some Titleist AP1s.) Trav was able to find a good set of Eye2s on Craigslist and even talk the guy down, who had no idea what the clubs were worth. I bid on one of the first sets I saw on eBay, not really knowing what the hell I was bidding on; only that they were an old set of Titleist Tour Model irons. I soon found out that Titleist produced the "Tour Model" irons from 1979-1997, with different models coming out every one or two years. The set I won ($37.50 with shipping) were produced from <a href="http://www.titleist.com/historical_clubs/details.asp?id=46">1982-1983</a>. It is also important to note that PING introduced the Eye2 irons in 1982. <div><br /></div><div>Because CDB likes to go all out, we'll both probably eventually have vintage everything (well, all that is somewhat practical that is). Additionally, Trav was able to find the PERFECT vintage PING bag and because his putter, Honey, is a PING BeCu Anser 4 he doesn't have to worry about finding a putter! I still haven't decided what vintag putter I would like, but I'm sure I'll find something pretty soon. I created the "Play Vintage!" postcard for a couple reasons; one, I just like creating graphics (especially CDB graphics!) and two, I was hoping to actually "mail" it to a few people. It's probably fairly safe to say that if you're reading this you can expect to receive something of that nature in the mail in the near future from CDB-East.</div>derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957060871901325054noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730308497061557548.post-75997028526875106302010-03-09T06:05:00.000-08:002010-03-09T06:06:11.065-08:00CDB Logo<div>Once Travis and I decided to start this blog, one of the first things I realized was that we needed a logo, team colors, and maybe even a tag line or slogan; even if it was just something that we used on the blog. However, if you know anything about CDB, you know we would never settle for some simple graphics that we created with blogger. Oh no, that simply won't do. So, shortly after creating the blog I started trying to come up with a logo suitable for all that is CDB; you know, one that would make the CDB-Gods proud. So, where to start? First I started with the colors. Trav's favorite color is green and one of mine is orange so those two colors were an easy choice. Additionally, I have a golf shirt that is a dark slate-blue that we both like, which I was able to match. (and there's a funny story with that shirt; Trav was there when I bought it and he was jealous that they didn't have his size, I actually bought the last one. Because of this, we always referred to this shirt as the one-of-a-kind blue golf shirt until we were going to lunch one day and saw someone wearing the same shirt. Naturally it then became the two-of-a-kind shirt. Since then I've seen it about five other times, so it's actually quite common. But still a funny story...or at least a story anyway.) However, since creating the first logo this slate-blue has more or less been dropped. Mainly because four colors seems like one too many and if you read my previous post about TBC, you know that pink is now an official CDB color that we have integrated into our branding scheme. Why pink you ask? Well, not surprisingly there is a story with that too. At some point last spring when Travis and I were discussing golf attire (fashion?) when we both agreed that we would like to have a pink golf shirt. However, we felt that in order to wear a pink golf shirt, one had to have a decent golf game, which at the time we were not even close to having. This of course led to a competition; whoever was the first to break 90 would win the pink shirt of his choice. We were both hoping to break 90 on the mandate last year and we both came SO close with each of us shooting 90 once. The next real opportunity for both of us came in June on the Windmill Course at Indian Springs. I believe that I shot a 41 and Trav shot a 40 on the front nine. At the turn we were both so excited that we were almost assuredly going to break 90 on the same round. I don't think either one of us had shot over 50 on nine holes in a long time. Trav went on to shoot an 85 or something and I ended up with a 92 I think. Horrible. So Trav won the pink shirt and I would have to wait a few weeks until I broke 90 at Broadmoore with an 83 on Schafer's birthday. Which turned out to be a pretty amazing round for both of us because Trav also shot his lowest score to date, 77. Anyway, back to the pink. It was only natural when we found the pink TBC ball that we had to adopt pink as a CDB accent color, thus dropping slate-blue as a color.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span>So here's a few images showing the evolution of the CDB logo.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvBSKl4VCjYnokvbY-FKRwnpt8LsZ4bLhKASXSNjqErV95Gwuls4t9nDsQC6W_utLY06InbkNbcgOhyG8zEXYDJyAil3_cR0zNNv5ZrgA75_zpfIu1zxU2o-3I5mu5-R4bwrjamzXQ5Os/s1600-h/logo1.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvBSKl4VCjYnokvbY-FKRwnpt8LsZ4bLhKASXSNjqErV95Gwuls4t9nDsQC6W_utLY06InbkNbcgOhyG8zEXYDJyAil3_cR0zNNv5ZrgA75_zpfIu1zxU2o-3I5mu5-R4bwrjamzXQ5Os/s320/logo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444455659857791314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px; " /></a>The first "finished" logo. A few things to notice here: I incorporated both mine and Trav's ball marks (the way we mark our golf ball). I mark mine with a red (which doesn't look good with our other colors) circle just above and to the left of "Titleist." At the time I made this version, Travis was playing a Callaway ball and colored in the three "As" with green; illustrated here by coloring in the "g" and "o" with green. However, he has since switched to a Titleist which only has the "E" to color in and is not nearly as noticeable. So, he now just marks through Titleist with a green line. Thus rendering this logo obsolete. Also, the slate-blue/gray box along with the green line is meant to resemble a golf flag.<div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I don't really remember why I decided to try something different or where the idea came from, but the second "generation" of the CDB logo is very different and has many variations. These are not all the variations I have, just a nice sampling.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwQNcyOc2-oUtjXHaOcnNbMeyKjNRzh05iARPrA_nVnmj9nPHQcMFKXBo1CN-a1z6hGqU3rZbb577dOsQr8ENbXj2QeC5Ug-j_wjFwQe4-IxEgY9Dq7jMXoXZ5gIvjO5o1neuBl20jn94/s1600-h/cdbpink.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwQNcyOc2-oUtjXHaOcnNbMeyKjNRzh05iARPrA_nVnmj9nPHQcMFKXBo1CN-a1z6hGqU3rZbb577dOsQr8ENbXj2QeC5Ug-j_wjFwQe4-IxEgY9Dq7jMXoXZ5gIvjO5o1neuBl20jn94/s320/cdbpink.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444856279857295442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil9pJNqKwQnZVZsAalDTFy4trohx4QAX4MuiBFoRAHur7l9Hrsavcmzo3vSduSIjZsRWlRi6g5-xSIMSQaahkkS__qHwFRc_5Q1IZW7QHh7vxJGr_8klqzv290YeOc2J_8_j-HTLuPBxM/s1600-h/cdbpnk12.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil9pJNqKwQnZVZsAalDTFy4trohx4QAX4MuiBFoRAHur7l9Hrsavcmzo3vSduSIjZsRWlRi6g5-xSIMSQaahkkS__qHwFRc_5Q1IZW7QHh7vxJGr_8klqzv290YeOc2J_8_j-HTLuPBxM/s320/cdbpnk12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444857186162816258" style="display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></a>As of now, the last one is the "official" CDB logo. One interesting thing with this logo is the diamond behind the "db" is one of the diamonds from the TBC logo. You may also notice that the first logo with the diamond actually still has the top of the TBC crown as well as the diamond. At one point during the process, I extended the lines/edge of the diamond to change the color and immediately thought it looked like might look like argyle. Well, CDB loves argyle, so Travis and I agreed to keep the argyle. A few changes later, the CDB logo was done. For now.<div><br /></div><div>You may have noticed that most sports teams have multiple logos. Well, CDB is no different. Plus, I just wanted to keep trying different logos for different uses. In this case, I wanted to create something for the title/header of the blog. You can see the finished product at the top of the page/blog. This logo is similar to the first logo, sans ball marks. It also has the CDB tag line, It's the Good Life, which is taken from the Frank Sinatra song and is just pretty appropriate for CDB. We tried a few different slogans but this was by far the best. Leave a comment and let us know what you think!<br /></div><div><br /></div>derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957060871901325054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730308497061557548.post-13739227954223173542010-02-10T10:17:00.000-08:002010-02-10T10:20:08.621-08:00Love this poster and thought it was perfect for CDBgolf!<img src="http://img.allposters.com/6/LRG/29/2995/PHOQD00Z.jpg" alt="Golf Lessons, You Need Them Giclee Print" />Travhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351789921936341368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730308497061557548.post-79222874681429830062009-12-09T19:53:00.000-08:002009-12-11T13:11:12.352-08:00TBCHere at CDB we have many inside jokes, CDB-isms, acronyms, and nicknames for a lot of different things (check out the glossary for a few). One of the newest and perhaps the most brilliant and fortuitous inside jokes/acronyms we've had in a long time is TBC. The Birdie Club. How did we come up with this AMAZINGLY perfect acronym for CDB you ask? Well, it was a Fairfaxian Sunday like we hadn't seen in a while AND it was one of two perfect Fall golf experiences we had. It was a drizzly 54 degrees when we teed off on number one at Early Wine North. It was our first time playing the North course and looking down that first, narrow tree-lined fairway we really liked what we saw. Even more so after I watched my first drive carve narrowly along the trees on the right side and draw back into the middle of the fairway. Trav's didn't draw back. But he got things going with a Bad Tiger on his next shot. On the very next hole, a long par 5, CDB2 was on in regulation and made an unbelievable 40+ foot putt for birdie and what was probably the best shot of the day. I don't remember when it happened, but at some point Trav was lucky enough to find a Titleist ProV1x. Not only is that the best ball one can find on a golf course (or buy, for that matter), but this particular ProV1x had a very special marking on its side. A pink crown with "TBC" inside it. Upon our initial inspection, we both agreed that it was probably the most unique ball logo/stamp we'd ever seen and we loved it. Of course, Travis says "I wonder what TBC stands for?" to which I promptly ansered "The Birdie Club." It's no surprise that we both loved this too, maybe Trav more than me only because he was actually IN the club and he found the ball. <div>Since then, TBC has become almost as ubiquitous in CDB-speak as baffy, mandate, or fairfaxian. Because membership in TBC , which stipulates that one must record at least one birdie (one stroke below par) on any hole, isn't transferable from round to round, one is always trying to gain membership into the very exclusive club. <div><br /></div><div>We liked the TBC idea and logo so much, that we decided to incorporate TBC into CDB-speak and adopt the crown/TBC logo into our own line of CDB logos. It was also at this point we formally began using the color pink in our branding. Previously, pink was an unofficial CDB color but has been a team favorite since our pink-shirt competition. Here is the official CDB/TBC logo. Thanks to April for getting such a great photo of the ball which allowed me to clean up the logo in Gimp. It should be noted that I added CDB to the diamonds on the top of the crown. Also, in Trav's post about his new putter, if you look closely at the last <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg18u1535mlbdqZHJEbWZSoMzgPxLpcsfFfMSy8Mgz_YQn-uH6rkT3BDc-hYcYp61rRBkjsLbMc2W6fZRhuqDJ6mmT1tUZGvu-dEsg16zOnjkD8s5eZROhD2UWcVWGyXYMDr5lGbxV2Jf0F/s1600-h/IMG_1491.JPG">picture</a> you will notice that he's rolling the TBC Ball! Another great shot April!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLpUbZbBnHiRKwd-7qDRGwKbfV1hi7uD4XVyF_rh5TePbH5mObctEvgQKaf0losQh6cXAjgkj1-AloNF6hqwd5NZufsPedT56tkoYp9wcfROP_Wse_PbPqJ1PMFjUE2Gl47IFLqhCtItg/s1600-h/tbc4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLpUbZbBnHiRKwd-7qDRGwKbfV1hi7uD4XVyF_rh5TePbH5mObctEvgQKaf0losQh6cXAjgkj1-AloNF6hqwd5NZufsPedT56tkoYp9wcfROP_Wse_PbPqJ1PMFjUE2Gl47IFLqhCtItg/s320/tbc4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413465108640281106" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAfglHaDYM_bRxsiih66KMEreHBr5TonzA5hgf9KOWMhaZLmZKHcsiNAYg7980f5NZy-hB0pdCouj6yCRicjSLF0yRT24Al5pMRoHMubsNshudYNm_gUvnYp3ipPijbXdimcstSdpI7jM/s1600-h/IMG_1511.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAfglHaDYM_bRxsiih66KMEreHBr5TonzA5hgf9KOWMhaZLmZKHcsiNAYg7980f5NZy-hB0pdCouj6yCRicjSLF0yRT24Al5pMRoHMubsNshudYNm_gUvnYp3ipPijbXdimcstSdpI7jM/s320/IMG_1511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413465104905527394" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div></div>derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957060871901325054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730308497061557548.post-50368415389163545912009-10-14T13:31:00.000-07:002009-10-14T13:33:08.637-07:00CDB 4ever<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "><div>(To the AMAZING music of Cowboys 4ever)</div><div><br /></div>The fairway wind touches our skin<br />Another golfing morning begins<br />On number one with the rise of the sun<br />We are golfers having fun<br />Hang’em high, Pro V1s to the sky<br />We draw, we fade, and follow the line<br />It’s in our soul<br />The feel of the roll<br />putter, irons, baffy and driver<br />We are CDB forever<br />we play today, again tomorrow<br />The open tee box is our home<br />All that we know, get the ball in the hole<br />We are golfers to the bone<br />Hang’em high, Pro V1s to the sky<br />We draw, we fade, and follow the line<br />it’s in our soul<br />The feel of the roll<br />putter, irons, baffy and driver<br />We are CDB forever<br />Riding a cart across the plains<br />But we don't mind to walk, in the rain<br />We try not to get in the sand<br />But if we do we get back to green land<br />Hang’em high, Pro V1s to the sky<br />We draw, we fade, and follow the line<br />it’s in our soul<br />The feel of the roll<br />putter, irons, baffy and driver<br />We are CDB forever<br />We are, we are<br />CDB forever</span>Travhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351789921936341368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730308497061557548.post-26948806825408756992009-10-10T18:49:00.000-07:002009-10-10T19:02:20.519-07:00CDB2's "new to me" flat stick<div>For the past few weeks I have noticed that my YES Callie putter has not felt solid. When I tap the head of the putter on the green it's been making a clunky sound that has progressively gotten worse and worse. My putts sound a little off too, and with CBD1 getting better and better I can't afford to lose strokes because of a bum putter (at least that's what I am blaming it on).<div><br /></div><div>I have been look for a few weeks for a PING putter. Everything from the new redwood line to the older anser and zing styles. I haven't really looked at any other brands, mostly because I love the PING history and their reputation for making high quality equipment. Plus, after getting my i10s and my G10 driver, I am staying consistent with my brands (it's like wearing puma socks with Nike shoes....it's just faux pas).</div><div><br /></div><div>My search for a putter came to end earlier this week when I found a practically mint condition PING anser 4. This putter is not any anser 4. It's a BeCu (Beryllium Copper) putter, that they don't make anymore, and I think they are very cool. I purchased the putter on Ebay from a seller in Phoenix, and it showed up on my doorstep today! This is perfect timing for my round with CDB1 and Nate tomorrow at Lincoln West. I've been putting around all afternoon on my rug in the living room and have loved every minute of it. I had my wife take some pics, enjoy.</div><div><br /></div><div>This just added (which makes me very happy). While doing some research, I found this:</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The overwhelming majority of old, non-stainless steel Ping putters are made of a Manganese Bronze alloy (like battleship propellers). </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">They are not Beryllium Copper</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. Ping did make a few BeCu and BeNi putters but far fewer than what you see for sale. Don't pay for premium metal that isn't. Unless it says BeCu on it, as the original Ping BeCu putters did, the only way to know for sure is to retumble the head and check the raw metal color. Assume that the putter is not really BeCu.</span></span></div><div>My putter came with the original grip that stated the head was made from BeCu :).</div><div><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi64skIkGFNcq7YfmeJKYaMxLdln2g7H_eXPhFDkTwND0qb0owJVsAKumxW55vslsrA4HHi9Lq7voQUWDA1rj_Xu1CnVoKqKMGxNfG7bV8q4gk3FIwFfFs2IHvatzC6h6M4vWXJF0ezOMvQ/s1600-h/IMG_1508.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi64skIkGFNcq7YfmeJKYaMxLdln2g7H_eXPhFDkTwND0qb0owJVsAKumxW55vslsrA4HHi9Lq7voQUWDA1rj_Xu1CnVoKqKMGxNfG7bV8q4gk3FIwFfFs2IHvatzC6h6M4vWXJF0ezOMvQ/s400/IMG_1508.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391151344539654306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9lrdaYJASrg_QdUparG2Tx_6MC-0Wl5fLriRMWM-_2VML9Wr0JCaSl9Ie-yRMmw1t1DQRck4psY9fhWIUn89OrzUi-7aVhH36KlFoENPerJcEPPmMMIYz7seSKuQXr_5dZDL6c-xpn7u/s1600-h/IMG_1504.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9lrdaYJASrg_QdUparG2Tx_6MC-0Wl5fLriRMWM-_2VML9Wr0JCaSl9Ie-yRMmw1t1DQRck4psY9fhWIUn89OrzUi-7aVhH36KlFoENPerJcEPPmMMIYz7seSKuQXr_5dZDL6c-xpn7u/s400/IMG_1504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391150735158483202" style="display: block; 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On the back nine at the <a href="http://www.ougolfclub.com/golf/proto/jimmieaustingolf/">Jimmie Austin Golf Club</a>, Travis and I somehow managed to exchange golf games. Personally, I think that when Travis blew out the candles on his very delicious pumpkin cake that his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">fabulous</span> wife baked the day before, he made a "Freaky Friday" birthday wish; which, consequently, just happened to be on a Friday! But, before I get to the back-nine, you have to know what happened on the front-nine.<div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>For about the past three weeks, I've been pretty inconsistent with my driver. What started as a few hooks or pulls off the tee in a round slowly turned into a consistent duck-hook. To remedy this, I made some modifications to my grip and swing; that's all I did to correct my slice months ago. Suffice it to say that I got to the point where I could (can) hit the ball any direction but straight. I had one good drive on the front, which was on the first hole. After that, it seemed like I was taking a drop on every hole. What started out as problems off the tee turned into problems everywhere. I think I even had a couple 'episodes.' I finished with a 57. A 57! I can't remember the last time I played nine holes that badly, probably well before the Mandate. Travis, as usual, played very consistent and didn't make any big mistakes. He shot a respectable 45. Bogey golf isn't bad, especially when playing a Perry Maxwell-designed course for the first time. The biggest surprise was that Travis used his driver. The big dipper! I haven't seen him use the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">BD</span> consistently in months. Sure he had a couple drives that could have been better, but I don't remember him having any terrible drives. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>After the 57, I knew I had to do something drastic. So, at the turn I did a couple of drastic things. First, Travis was nice enough to buy us both a couple beers. I know <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">CDB</span>-Law is very strict on drinking beer while trying to play a serious round, but as I may have mentioned, this was an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">extraordinarily</span> desperate situation. Besides, it was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">CDB</span>2's idea; and he always knows what is best for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">CDB</span>. The second drastic thing I did was put away the driver. First time ever. But hell, I had been watching Travis beat me (usually) for the past two months using his Little Dipper off the tee. So, I tried using my 3-wood off the tee. First hole on the back-nine? My first par of the day. I would go on to par four MORE holes en route to a 42. That's right, fifteen strokes less than the front-nine for a total of 99. Best 99 of my life. Mr. Consistent shot another 45 for a solid 90, bogey golf. </div>derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957060871901325054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730308497061557548.post-33986620563215849392009-07-19T08:00:00.000-07:002009-07-19T21:14:43.031-07:00Courses PlayedIn the previous post, I mentioned that I wanted to start a list of the courses we have played, how many rounds, and how many holes. This is only a list of courses CDB has played together, so courses we play alone or with others are not included. I think we have done a good job or trying a lot of different courses, not just different styles of courses but also price and location. To date, our cheapest round for a full 18 is probably Broadmoore at $20, while our most expensive round, although we didn't pay this much, is <a href="http://www.4seasonsresort.com/golf_wc.php">the Cove</a> at $90. <div>Not surprisingly, we have played the courses we like the most with <a href="http://www.4seasonsresort.com/golf_sr.php">The Ridge</a> leading the way with 4.5 rounds. The Ridge is the course we got to play as much as we wanted in Missouri on the Mandate. Of the Oklahoma courses, we've played Broadmoore the most, three times, followed by Olde Page at Page Belcher, the West Course at Lincoln Park, and Woodbine at Mohawk Park each with two. There are quite a few courses we've only played once, but that's not indicative of our disliking those courses. Granted there are courses we've only played once that we will most likely not play again; Winter Creek (worst day in CDB history) and Firelake. There are however, a lot of courses that I'm surprised we haven't played again, like Coffee Creek. I know there are a few that I would love to play again; the Cove, which is the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Trent_Jones">Robert Trent Jones</a>-designed course in MO; Coffee Creek, and even the tough, links-style course Rose Creek in Edmond. Also, I don't think it's any surprise that we've played Broadmoore more than any other course in Oklahoma simply because it's a good course with a great vibe and it's close to Trav and April's house. I also found it curious that we played Olde Page at Page Belcher on 6.6.09 AND 7.7.09. Guess we know what we'll be doing on 8.8.09. In the future, I think we will try to provide a little more depth, description, and insight on our favorite (or least favorite) courses. </div>derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957060871901325054noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730308497061557548.post-59127651252134698032009-07-13T17:45:00.000-07:002009-07-13T19:44:44.815-07:00Earlywine, Fire(swamp)lake, and the BirdBecause we were a little late in starting the blog, we (you) have missed out on blogging about the last five months or so. I don't think we will write as much about every round as I did in the Coffee Creek post; probably only the really memorable ones. Not to say that something memorable doesn't happen every round, but we've got some catching up to do. Additionally, I would like to make/start a list of each course we've played and how many times, so be sure to watch for that! <div><br /></div><div>After playing Coffee Creek in late January, we played at Earlywine in either late February or early March. For this round, our good friends Matt and Cody joined us. I don't really remember a whole lot from this round, outside of it being really, really, really windy. One of the only things I specifically remember was standing on the tee box of a really long par 3, probably 175 or something, with the wind blowing directly into our faces and our pants flapping in the wind behind us, Matt reaches down, picks up a handful of grass, and throws it into the air to check the wind. I can't remember if anyone else saw this, but it was pretty funny. I don't remember what anyone shot, but we were all probably right around 100. We also had a great time playing washers back at the house after. I think we played at Lakeside the next day too. I remember when we were talking Sunday morning about possibly playing that afternoon thinking that would be a lot of golf. Little did I know that in about two months we would be playing 45 holes in one day only because we wouldn't have enough daylight for 54. </div><div><br /></div><div>The next round of CDB golf was actually scheduled to be played at Cherokee Hills in Tulsa/Catoosa. But because the east part of the state was engulfed in a freak snow storm. It was late March and we had about four or five inches in Tulsa when I left Saturday, but by the time I got to about Bristow there was hardly any snow. Trav kept telling me that there wasn't any snow in Moore, but I just didn't see how that was possible. I was wrong. Anyway, April was out of town until later that night so we went and ate sushi. On Sunday, for some reason we decided to drive to Firelake in Shawnee. It was the wettest, soupiest, most swamp-like course ever. They had three or four of the greens tarped because it was so wet, and they just cut the hole at the end of the fairway. There was even one hole (if you want to call it that) that had standing water on the "green." Again, I'm not really sure what we shot, but I think it was probably somewhere around 93-95. Because the course was in such bad shape, and probably because he just knew what CDB needed, Travis suggested that we could play the then unnamed, 9-hole, par 3 on our way home. The conversation went something like this: Travis: "Hey D, I don't know what your plan is, but..." D: "Trav, I have no Idea what you're about to say, but the answer is yes." Travis was, of course, going to suggest playing the Furry Bird. Needless to say, we were very impressed with the "Bird," especially after playing in soup at Firelake. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div>derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957060871901325054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730308497061557548.post-79681605297270196112009-07-10T15:18:00.000-07:002009-07-10T16:57:27.167-07:00"Get Back In The Race"<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This post is going to skip a lot of golf that we have not blogged about yet....but I felt it needed to be displayed now....maybe as a type of therapy, if nothing else. Derek has been experiencing "episodes" lately on the course. These episodes have been a rather new phenomenon, and seem to be affecting his game. There is a definite pattern to them. They always come after a few bad holes in a row that seem to be a result of the same type of mistakes. Whether it be fat approach shots or pulling shots with a cocked club face, if too many of these events happen in a row, then a frustrated Derek tends to breakdown.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The episode usually begins with asking me if I see what is wrong. As a faithful member to CDB I try and give an honest yet critical, informed (sorta) opinion of why this poor shot is happening. The second symptom of this episode is when my answer to his question is followed by a long sigh and somber head shake. This is when I start to get nervous.</span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The episode continues with D addressing the ball, with a long hesitation. Then, yet another sigh and head shake that turns into a stiff right turn to walk away and re-evaluate. From here it can get hairy.....Sometimes:</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There is another question that has a 'can you believe this shit' type tone to it.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There could be up to 4 more failed attempts to address the ball.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There could be the occasional cluster of cuss words that seem to only raise the frustration level.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And, of course, there could be the ever so satisfying cliché, "I fucking hate golf..."</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There really is no telling. Sometimes all of the above at the same time. All I know is, this is not conducive to a good round of golf.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The last time this happened was on the front 9 at Page Belcher in Tulsa. After a few discussions and reflections on the game, D was able to regain his composure, and round out with a 90. This tied his best score yet. Which leads me to believe that he is not playing as bad as he thinks he is.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We had a long discussion over our BlackBerry Messenger as I drove back to OKC. And as I was listening to "That's Life" by Mr. Sinatra, I realized the one line that I need to say to D when he is falling apart. Hence, "Get Back In The Race"! Inspiring words from the leader of the Rat Pack. I have yet to be able to use the line.....but I'm sure that time will come soon.</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Travhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351789921936341368noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730308497061557548.post-6561476248285219492009-06-29T10:33:00.000-07:002009-06-29T20:21:06.184-07:00Coffee CreekAlright, like Travis said, we've been "living golf" since January. Before then, I played about once a month if I was lucky. I think Trav may have played a little more often, but not too much more. Either way, neither of us had played all that much. Things started getting serious after we played together in late January, at which time we decided we should be a lot better, that we had the potential to be better, and that we really just loved golf. I will do my best to write about what has happened since January (don't worry, not all in this post), but I know I will leave things out. Should have started the blog then I guess...<div><br /></div><div>Our first round of golf as CDB (although we had no idea we were both CDB!) was at Coffee Creek in Edmond. We were going to play at one of the OKC courses, but because it has snowed during the week, most of the OKC courses were closed because they still had snow on the greens. I think CC was the fourth or fifth course we called. I know what you're thinking; snow on the greens and you want to play golf? You must be crazy!? Well, maybe. But we're also CDB (even though we didn't technically <i>know</i>, we knew). Plus, I think the temperature got into the 60s even. There was some snow on the ground and the pond was still mostly iced over, so that was kind of strange. On to the golf...</div><div><br /></div><div>At this point, we weren't sure how serious we were going to be, so we didn't really keep score. We hit two or three balls, didn't give ourselves a penalty for drops, and often played the 'best' ball. This is pretty much the way we had played all through college and since. I don't remember what either of us shot (not that it would have been accurate at all), but I'm going to guess if we had really been keeping score it would have been well over 100. Probably close to 120 even. It was not pretty. At all. I had no short game whatsoever. Trav's short game, or as April said later, his "short hand," was pretty good actually. I do remember Travis having some trouble off the tee though. Now, when I say "some trouble off the tee," I'm sure you're thinking he was slicing the ball really badly, hitting moon-shots, or worm-burners. He may have done all those things, but what I really remember was that he had a horrible case of the sh*nks. (I don't even want to type it for fear of infecting him again and the possibility that I might acquire the "lateral shot" for some sort of twisted golf-retribution.) I had never seen anything like, and thankfully haven't since. I still don't know how he did it; hitting the ball directly to the left or right, but only five or ten feet in front of him. Again, I know what you're thinking. He probably just barely grazed the ball with the toe of his driver and knocked the ball off the tee a few feet. Not quite. I don't remember how far he was hitting this "lateral shot," but if there hadn't been tall grass on this particular hole, I'm guessing it would have made it 25 yards. Now, this didn't happen on every hole, I only remember it being this bad a couple times. </div><div><br /></div><div>I really didn't mean for this post to be all about Travis's troubles off the tee, but that is the most vivid memory I have of that round, aside from the normal bad shots (which there were plenty of). I feel bad I didn't write anything too specific about my poor play, but I honestly don't remember. Maybe Travis does. Plus, I'm pretty sure I tried to forget everything once we finished. So, unless Trav remembers something you'll have to take my word for it that I sucked.</div><div><br /></div><div>After the round, we picked up a bottle of Blanton's, Special Reserve, and Riesling before eating some sushi with April. After sushi, we went back to the house to have a few (or in this case, more than a few) drinks and listen to Frank. I brought my Minolta camera with me, and some of the pics turned out pretty good. April was kind enough to post them on Facebook for us if you're interested. Additionally, if I remember right, there was very little golf discussion that night. Or at least compared to later weekends. </div><div><br /></div><div>All in all, it was a great weekend and a good starting point for CDB. </div>derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957060871901325054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730308497061557548.post-66816908607736951572009-06-27T20:02:00.000-07:002009-06-27T20:26:15.975-07:00CDB history and info<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">CDB</span> has been living golf since January of this year. We have played in all kinds of elements, from cold, windy, perfect, hot, and just recently a downpour (up until then, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">cdb</span> had been rain proof). But we did always have rain gear (see glossary). We have played over 20 different courses this year, that would probably come close to 500 holes of golf...and it's just now July. We have gone from shooting in the 110 range to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">squeaking</span> into the 80's. It's been a lot of fun and there is a lot of golf yet to be played. <div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">CDB</span> knows exactly what the other person should hit and can pretty much tell you exactly what is about to transpire. There is a definite pregame process that always takes place, we are a well oiled, efficient team. There is hardly a beer to be had on the course. Beer drinking and lolly gagging is now not desired and almost frowned upon. We are there for one reason.....improvement. </div><div><br /></div><div>I look forward to posting more updates about our triumphs, our meltdowns, and everything in between. </div><div><br /></div><div>Hit'em straight...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Travhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10351789921936341368noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730308497061557548.post-21612132098252999682009-06-26T19:25:00.000-07:002009-06-26T21:45:33.452-07:00CDB blog = detailed scorecardsYesterday, Travis and I were eating lunch at the Dilly Deli (if you go, try the Travesty or the Bo Derek) when I mentioned how much I enjoyed reading April's post on her <a href="http://mommymurray.blogspot.com/">blog</a> from earlier that morning (really, if you haven't read it, it's fantastic). We continuted talking about how easy and convenient blogs are for keeping family and friends up to date; not to mention the fact that a blog might encourage one to write more. And, the blog will even store said writing! Needless to say, we both agreed that it might be a good idea to write some of our golf experiences down. It's like saving all of our scorecards, except in 10 years we will be able to read what happened during a particular round or weekend instead of having only our scores and a bunch of mismatched memories. So, that's what we hope to do, chronicle our countless games of golf and anything else we want to remember along the way.derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16957060871901325054noreply@blogger.com1