Round 8 - One Step Closer

I've given Keith some fearful stick since starting this blog and some folk have questioned whether we're likely to remain on speaking terms long enough to complete the tournament. I can't guarantee that but for a split second today we found ourselves sharing a joke and Keith's brother, Jack, was on hand to record the event for posterity. Keith has his hands in his pockets because I insisted he didn't give me the infantile 'bunny ears', I have my hands in my pockets in case he steals my wallet. For those who aren't familiar with either of us, I'm the handsome, strapping, athletic one on the right, Keith's the headgear wearing bumpkin on the left.

This photo has us standing on the 17th tee moments before I notch yet another birdie. I followed this by rescuing our score on the final hole after Keith carelessly careered his drive out of bounds. While he looked on sheepishly, I holed a tricky six footer to cement our eighteen hole total of 65 which keeps us well in the hunt for the final.

The round had begun spectacularly with Keith holing an eagle putt on the 1st after grubbing a thinner off the tee all the way to the green. After that however it was meat and potatoes golf, no fireworks and plenty of eventless pars. Once again I parred the entire gully, check the scorecard Douglas if you don't believe me, and Keith contributed his solitary birdie on the very short par five 16th. Steady, unspectacular golf was the order of the day and Jack's company ensured his brother and I didn't come to fisticuffs on the 7th when I threatened to use an unflattering photograph of him on this blog. He made it crystal clear to me that were I to use said picture, it would be the last photograph my mobile phone ever took unless I found a way to retrieve the device from three foot up my arsehole. Charming.

So a 65 and one step closer to completing our ten rounds. It's quite possible Keith and I have only three more rounds of golf to partner each other before the winter league draws to a close. I'd like to say it's been a pleasure...but my Mum always told me Santa doesn't come to those who tell fibs. No, joking aside, I've had great fun re-uniting with an old friend after thirty years away from Stonehaven Golf Club and this winter league has been a real tonic. I'm looking forward to defending our trophy next year already. Now that's fightin' talk.