I was out of it after nine holes. The silly mistakes continued on my front nine, and I was 3 over after 9. Not good. With the qualifying number coming around even (or better), I was in a bad spot.
My thought process heading into the back nine was that I needed to make up one shot every six holes (needed to go -7 in my last 45 holes, one every six was close enough). I got one early with a chip in on ten. Then the game was easy again. 3 birdies later and I had turned another bad round into a pretty good one. My 71 leaves me with a chance to come back.
Oh yeah, I had 8 putts on the back nine. 8. I think I'll take that. 22 on the round. That goes a long way.
Everything felt good again coming home. I drove it good, got a good break on my 15th hole, and hit my putts where I wanted to. More like normal. I still missed an easy birdie opportunity on the last hole, but I grinded my butt off to shoot a good score. This is the tougher course of the two by far, so things could have gone bad. I hung in to live another day.
Probably more drama to come tomorrow. Hopefully we'll get closer to a happy ending. Stay tuned.