A couple of years ago I was on a vacation trip to lake Tahoe with some family friends over the 4th of July holiday and my buddy Skip Siebler and I set out to play the local 9 hole first thing in the morning. Keep in mind that we went out at the crack of dawn so the girls wouldn’t feel like we were taking time away form our family trip. Well, we got around the first nine early enough to talk ourselves into going out for one more nine.
The course is a nice resort course with a few very good holes. I was playing my Adams A2OS irons and this time out I was hitting Bridgestone e6 balls. My story started on the second nine on the 3rd hole. This hole is a par 3 that the I hit a 4 hybrid into on the first round and missed it a bit short right. On the second round I pulled the same 4 hybrid and this time I vowed to carry the hole. Well as a lot of those moments go I didn’t carry it to the upper tier of the green where the flag was sitting, and instead my shot was pin high but right off the fringe. Only problem was that my ball landed not on the fringe but on top of a utility box and using it as a springboard, my ball flew over the hole and landed about 15 yards long and over the back of this very elevated green. This green sits atop a pretty significant hill that has a deadman’s slope to the front and the run-off is severe. So where I lay, I had to hit out of pretty thick clover to an elevated green about 15 feet above my ball, and it all sloped away to a dead drop-off. Skip and I figured I was dead. We both stood on top of the ridge where I was going to have to land the ball and Skip sort of traced a spot in the air above the green about the size of a hoola hoop and said, “you are going to have to land about right here or you are dead.” So I when down the hill took half a dozen practice shots with my sand wedge opened up about half. I figured I would have to hit some kind of modified flop, so I had to be aggressive but still hit it soft. LOL, right. Well, you can probably tell where this is going. I hit the shot of a lifetime, not only did I catch it clean out of the clover but it flew high and landed softly in that circle that skip drew and, though I didn’t see the result, Skip’s yells told me it was in the hole.
What does this have to do with e6 golf balls? Well, that day, not only did I hole out on the 3rd but 3 or four holes later I did it again, though not so spectacularly, from about 30 feet off the fringe. I am telling this story because in 2011 I will be using the new Bridgestone e6+ balls with my new Taylormade Burner irons. Stay tuned.