I have experienced quite a bit of deja vu this summer, and it happens quite frequently. I'd say it might happen about one or two times a week.
The first time it happened was our last day in Braselton when we were walking off the golf course after playing a round. I had been there before, walking by that same clubhouse with those same people on that same fiery-hot day.
This week it's happened when I'm just sitting in HQ, working on the usual items and talking to the usual people. And it happens a lot in our headquarters, even though they are immensely different each week.
And I get deja vu at the oddest times, too. Like sitting in a golf cart just staring at nothing in particular, or lying in bed at the hotel.
And I know I have more examples, but I am too darn tired to remember any of them right meow.
(Yes, I said meow. I do that on the radio, too. Some people catch it, most of them don't. I've had people tell me they start laughing out loud as soon as they hear it, and then people stare at them because they are laughing to themselves.)
Monday, July 18, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Rain, rain, go away
It's really been 10 days since I last posted? Well, I believe it.
Internet sucks at this hotel. Phone reception sucks in this hotel. The beds suck in this hotel (sleep number beds are bull crap, it's a more high-tech version of an air mattress).
We're in Huntsville, Alabamer, and the weather is something else here. When it rains, it pours. Literally. There is no light sprinkle or drizzle; it either rains hard or it isn't raining. We looked ahead for this week's weather yesterday, and our TD made the decision to go from starting off one tee with threesomes to starting off two tees with foursomes. This was hoping that we could get everybody off the course before the weather struck.
We couldn't.
There were still five groups who have yet to finish when we were delayed by heavy, heavy rain for over three and a half hours. This clearly left a few upset players, but even more upset parents. I feel bad for our TD who has to put up with that stuff.
For instance: after we got back out on the course, a player ended up hitting five balls off No. 8 tee. He finished with a 15 on that hole and a, 85 total. The parent made the argument that if he had the chance to warm-up beforehand, he wouldn't have done so bad, and then maybe finished 4-over-par instead of 14-over-par.
However, if we hadn't had this window of not crummy weather and not gotten the kids back on the course, that same parent would have been upset that we didn't finish the round and that they would have had to make up those holes tomorrow. And if THAT was the case, imagine all of the work that we would have had to go into setting that up.
Back to the heavy rain.
During Sunday's qualifier, we played a shotgun with foursomes. They all played 18 holes, we scored them, we did the award ceremony, and then immediately after finishing that, it came down hard. My TD and I were under the scoreboard with the scorecards and camera (two of the most important things from the day) and had to run back into the clubhouse. We really lucked out there.
And I really lucked out and found a sweet waterfall to take pictures of. You may have already seen that.
Wow, it is late, and I am tired. But I have the day off tomorrow. I hope I can sleep in until after 8.
Oh, while I am still just going off this train of thought thing, I wrote a poem this afternoon.
I wrote a haiku
When I was taking pictures.
This is that haiku.
Internet sucks at this hotel. Phone reception sucks in this hotel. The beds suck in this hotel (sleep number beds are bull crap, it's a more high-tech version of an air mattress).
We're in Huntsville, Alabamer, and the weather is something else here. When it rains, it pours. Literally. There is no light sprinkle or drizzle; it either rains hard or it isn't raining. We looked ahead for this week's weather yesterday, and our TD made the decision to go from starting off one tee with threesomes to starting off two tees with foursomes. This was hoping that we could get everybody off the course before the weather struck.
We couldn't.
There were still five groups who have yet to finish when we were delayed by heavy, heavy rain for over three and a half hours. This clearly left a few upset players, but even more upset parents. I feel bad for our TD who has to put up with that stuff.
For instance: after we got back out on the course, a player ended up hitting five balls off No. 8 tee. He finished with a 15 on that hole and a, 85 total. The parent made the argument that if he had the chance to warm-up beforehand, he wouldn't have done so bad, and then maybe finished 4-over-par instead of 14-over-par.
However, if we hadn't had this window of not crummy weather and not gotten the kids back on the course, that same parent would have been upset that we didn't finish the round and that they would have had to make up those holes tomorrow. And if THAT was the case, imagine all of the work that we would have had to go into setting that up.
Back to the heavy rain.
During Sunday's qualifier, we played a shotgun with foursomes. They all played 18 holes, we scored them, we did the award ceremony, and then immediately after finishing that, it came down hard. My TD and I were under the scoreboard with the scorecards and camera (two of the most important things from the day) and had to run back into the clubhouse. We really lucked out there.
And I really lucked out and found a sweet waterfall to take pictures of. You may have already seen that.
Wow, it is late, and I am tired. But I have the day off tomorrow. I hope I can sleep in until after 8.
Oh, while I am still just going off this train of thought thing, I wrote a poem this afternoon.
I wrote a haiku
When I was taking pictures.
This is that haiku.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Time
We are now at our fifth tournament of the summer. We've had four weeks of solid work, and I still wouldn't be able to tell what day it is. I'm still shocked that it is actually July. I'm really glad my watch tells me the date and the day, because it brings me back into reality some times.
I know which days are which when it comes to tournaments, though:
Sunday - Qualifier
Monday - Junior-Am/Practice Round
Tuesday - First Round
Wednesday - Second Round
Thursday - Third Round
Friday - Travel Day
Saturday - Setup Day
That's a typical week for you in a nutshell. However, some days start blending together, and it's really easy to lose track of time doing this job. Today we discussed how just the other night we had a team dinner at the cottage and made spaghetti. In telling the story, it felt like that dinner happened at least a few nights ago, maybe even a week.
That dinner was last night.
This morning we painted the stencils on the golf course. They are large letters and go right in the middle of the fairway. We drive the course, two people with the stencils and the third with the range finder. We put a red stencil at 100 yards, white at 150, blue at 200, and yellow at 250. This takes about two hours. Does it feel like two hours? Certainly not. It seems like it shouldn't take that long, but it does, and when we wrap that up around 9 o'clock, we are amazed that we were out there since before 7.
Then the comms team was cooped up inside HQ doing our comms stuff. Making copies. Printing signs. Proofing papers. Finalizing pairings. Our duties are so plentiful that we were blown away by the fact that we wrapped things up around 4:30. That feels both so early and so late.
It's after 11 right now, and I've been awake since 6 this morning. I have tomorrow off, and I have no idea how time may pass then. It's freaky.
It feels like we were in Georgia about a year ago when it's only been four weeks. We literally spent all day on the road yesterday. We still have over two months of doing this. I feel like it's going to fly by, yet also not.
I know which days are which when it comes to tournaments, though:
Sunday - Qualifier
Monday - Junior-Am/Practice Round
Tuesday - First Round
Wednesday - Second Round
Thursday - Third Round
Friday - Travel Day
Saturday - Setup Day
That's a typical week for you in a nutshell. However, some days start blending together, and it's really easy to lose track of time doing this job. Today we discussed how just the other night we had a team dinner at the cottage and made spaghetti. In telling the story, it felt like that dinner happened at least a few nights ago, maybe even a week.
That dinner was last night.
This morning we painted the stencils on the golf course. They are large letters and go right in the middle of the fairway. We drive the course, two people with the stencils and the third with the range finder. We put a red stencil at 100 yards, white at 150, blue at 200, and yellow at 250. This takes about two hours. Does it feel like two hours? Certainly not. It seems like it shouldn't take that long, but it does, and when we wrap that up around 9 o'clock, we are amazed that we were out there since before 7.
Then the comms team was cooped up inside HQ doing our comms stuff. Making copies. Printing signs. Proofing papers. Finalizing pairings. Our duties are so plentiful that we were blown away by the fact that we wrapped things up around 4:30. That feels both so early and so late.
It's after 11 right now, and I've been awake since 6 this morning. I have tomorrow off, and I have no idea how time may pass then. It's freaky.
It feels like we were in Georgia about a year ago when it's only been four weeks. We literally spent all day on the road yesterday. We still have over two months of doing this. I feel like it's going to fly by, yet also not.
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