I do remember my first birdie - and how improbable it was!!
It was my first, maybe second season playing golf and I was at one of our local scruffy munis with my good buddy Phil. The memory is a little bittersweet 'cuz Phil … now gone … and I used to surf and windsurf … and, of course, drink beer … together and he got me started in this wacky game.
Anyway… first hole and my first shot does not go OB right like many of my tee shots then did … it hung to the left and the inside of the slight dogleg left and ended up on the edge of the fairway.
Huh.
I grab some random club … having no idea about distances nor that thing I know understand to be called “distance control” … and take a swipe at the ball … to watch it fly towards the green and bounce and roll on to it.
Huh #2.
So I grab the old smooth faced Ray Cook blade putter that was my Mother’s and … now remember: new golfer, zero concept of “break”, zero concept of “distance control” … and I’m standing can’t remember exactly cudda been 8 to 10 feet cudda been twice that … and I hopefully push the golf ball in the direction of the hole.
It’s tracking … it’s tracking … it’s curving … why is it doing that?? … it’s in the hole!
Huh #3.
The other guys are all excited and shouting, and I’m standing there actually thinking how literally improbable those three shots - back to back - were!