I know you guys already know I'm crazy, but one of the things I do when I struggle to fall asleep is that I picture playing golf. One shot after another. Sometimes I'll hit a good shot in my imagination, sometimes a bad one intentionally. It's my version of counting sheep and it actually works sometimes.
I'll play different courses, but often I will go back to my teenage years where I played high school golf on the golf team. Selman Field (aka Selman Park) was our home course for daily practice. Played many rounds there, often 5-6 days a week for three years and some thereafter.
Anyway, the course closed in 2007 or so. And even before it closed, all the holes were renovated so the Selman Field that existed then wasn't even close to the one I played. I mean, changed to a par 34, moved the configuration completely different, like 90 degrees, removed a par 5, added a par 3, just a whole bunch of stuff.
Anyway, two years ago I embarked on a venture to locate an old scorecard from the 1975-1978 Selman Field. Damn tough. I tried a whole bunch of ways. Now, I mentally picture Selman Park and remember the holes, but not the distances exactly. So I started looking. Ebay, libraries, reaching out to high school teammates, you name it.
Finally it hit. I found the daughter of the old golf pro that was the head pro of the little course. We reminisced about her Dad, of course, long ago deceased. I told her about golf tournaments I played there, matches, good shots and bad, and how many memories I had.
Anyway, she went looking for me, and sent me exactly what I wanted - the back of the old scorecard. It shows each hole, the distances, the creek that ran through it, angles we took, both sets of tees (9 hole course with two sets of tees so it played as 18), etc.
Reminisced a little more and shared the scorecard with a former teammate of mine, who was a incredulous that I had found it.
And here it is. This is the little cow pasture 9-hole golf course I really learned how to play golf on.
Thanks to Dottie, and again, thanks to Mr. Bill Jones, long since deceased, for your patient guidance and help the young players like me who learned the game under you.
What a treat I got yesterday! It may not look like much to you, but I can't stop smiling looking at it.
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