I saw this exploration first done by Blakely, and have been looking forward to trying it for myself. The exploration says to use my imagination and create a portrait of my city or town in which everything I encounter is exaggerated, magical, or altered from reality.
Instead of doing my city or town, I’ve decided to do this exploration on the place where I’ve spent more time in my nineteen years than any other place-my hometown golf course. I have to be careful doing this, so all you non-golfer readers can understand what I’m talking about.
Chandler municipal is a treacherous place full of teeny tiny greens and tree-lined fairways. The ninth hole contains all of this mayhem, including water and sand traps to boot. I’ll redo this hole with some nifty magical qualities for my portrait.
Trouble can start from the very first shot hit off the tee box, the drive. If the drive isn’t hit straight, it can go out of bounds to the left or into trees on the right. So let’s just put up a forcefield to the left. If the ball hits the forcefield, it will simply drop safely back in bounds. Now we have to deal with the trees. If the ball is hit into their bark-ish clutches, the leprechauns will simply deposit it safely back into the fairway, along with a pot of gold.
This hole is a par four (meaning a four would be a good score, a three would be excellent, and a five would be a disappointment) so my second shot should end up on the green if struck properly. If I hit it a little off, I usually end up short and right of the green. Unfortunately, there’s a nasty bush there waiting to ensnare unsuspecting Titleist balls. How about if the ball ends up in the bush, it falls down a pretty little tunnel the leads out somewhere near the cup? Yup, sounds good to me! Now, if I hit my second shot way off, it could end up long and left, where a sand trap lurks. I’ll take out all that gritty sand and fill it instead with popcorn. I feel popcorn would be much easier to hit out of. And if I get a bad lie, I can always eat my ball a clear path to the hole!
All that’s left for this ninth hole is putting the ball into the cup for my par. I flatter myself on being an excellent putter, so I’m not going to give myself any freebies here…except to maybe double the size of the hole 😉