I once played a round in Palm Springs in July when it was so incredibly hot that the drink cart carried iced towels in a huge cooler and dispensed them without charge several time during the round. We all survived that round although I'll not again play golf in a Palm Springs August. Another time I finished a round in rain so heavy that my ball was making 6" rooster tails on every putt. I survived that one too, and the one I played the day the dreaded 8th hole pond at Star Fort was frozen and my ball resembled a hockey puck as it bounced on the ice and careened up the fairway toward the green.
And then there are the rounds that involve emotional survival. That's he way it was for Jason and me at Wild Dunes Sunday afternoon.
