November 5, 2011
It started raining a couple of times, but we'd brought umbrellas and jackets. We set up a little shelter, sitting on the jackets, shielded from the rain with propped up umbrellas. After Adam and his group went through, we decided to head in. When we got to the 8th tee, we noticed a backlog of groups. Three groups were waiting, which meant someone was terribly off-course. No, not Adam! Yep, Adam. He'd hit his ball into the abyss that is to the left of the creek on 8. Dozens of folks were frantically searching for his ball, but he eventually had to take a penalty. He ended up only bogeying the hole.
We watched the guys come in and very few stopped to give autographs. We'd pretty much hit up all our favorites, so any more and I would have felt greedy. Katie hoped to get Rory's signature since the twins...well, Syd bragged abut getting it the day before. Quite frankly, I couldn't tell you if Katie got it or not. It looks like it may be there on her hat, but some of the signatures are nothing more than chicken scratch.
We left with the leaders still on the course due to hunger pains, but we just couldn't stomach the high-priced sub par pizza and hot dogs for dinner. Seriously, one would think a high dollar event could at least have decent vending options. By the time we got home, we realized we missed the best shot of the tournament. Adam holed out from the fairway on the 18th and was going to be in the final group. Well, we were going to be ready to cheer him during the final round.
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