Playing War in San Diego

Well, I nearly forgot I even had this blog. I am in San Diego participating in a Navy exercise called Terminal Fury. Fun stuff. I'm in a pretty nice hotel. I stand watch from 1600 to 2000 (4 pm to 8 pm) so I don't go in until 1100 or 1200. This morning I went golfing before work. It was an executive-type course (nine short holes, all par-3), and I was all over the place. I managed several pars even though I didn't drive the green (land on the green with my first shot). Ironically, the only hole that I did drive the green was a 200+ yard hole, the longest hole on the course. I used my seven iron. Not only did I dive the green, but I was eleven feet from the hole. It was beautiful! Unfortunately I was not able to make the put even after I dropped a second ball after the first missed put. I figured two misses must be legitimate. On one hole, I got a four three times. When my "drive" went off the the left I dropped another one. When my chip flew over the green, I dropped another one. All three went in on the fourth shot. Destiny. On the last hole my "drive" went about thirty feet in the air ... and only thirty feet forward. As was my pattern since there was no one behind me and I was playing by myself, I dropped another ball and drove it right next to the green. Okay, not right next I was several yards off (but had the length). I chipped it into the bunker so I dropped another one, and chipped it into the bunker on the other side of the green. Then I chipped the first bunker ball out of the bunker, across the green and right into that same bunker that had my other ball. Then the ball that had only been in one bunker didn't make it out of the bunker, so now both balls had two shots out of a bunker (plus the drive and the chip into the bunker makes four shots). So now they are both finally on the green in four. Then I went back to the one that had originally gone only thirty feet but then hit right up to the green, and chipped it up a few feet from the cup and putted it in for a four. So the best ball was actually the original ball that only flew thirty feet. Go figure.

After the round of golf I came back and went swimming for a few minutes before showering and heading out for work. The first half of work was a little boring, and the second half was sort of fun (but I can't talk about it). I can say that I sat in a room that looked sort of like a small control room from a shuttle launch or something. There were LOTS of screens up front with various status boards and maps and stuff. Even as cool as it was, the novelty wore off soon and it got boring by the end of my shift.

I had meant to write about my drive down, but I guess that will have to wait, it's late and I need to be in bed.