Spoiled myself last night with a good night's sleep and a hot meal... (it's the little things in life that bring the most pleasure). Up at the crack of dark and up the 101 to TPC Scottsdale I go to follow Zach Johnson on a nature walk that I love (who wouldn't enjoy a five mile hike on a golf course). The pros are broken up into threesomes and I have three young guns my group... (Zach, Ryan Moore and Nick Watney). With a full field event they send groups off the first tee and the tenth tee from 7:15 to 11:00 am and then another group on both tees in the afternoon. If your golfer plays early on Thursday, then he will have an afternoon tee time on Friday. After two rounds, they then cut the field to the top 70 players plus ties for the weekend round... (those that "miss the cut" get the weekend off and no cash). We teed off early and the crowd was small but well behaved and I didn't have to do more than keep up with the group and watch some great golf... (have I mentioned that this is the sweetest gig EVER?). Zach started with nine straight pars and then went 5 under par on the back nine (five birdies and four pars) for an opening round of 66. Ryan Moore also fashioned a 66, but Nick Watney had trouble all day and struggled to a 74 and +3 for the opening round... (struggled for 74---I wish that was the extent of my struggling). We finished early and went back to the practice area for an hour or so and then I passed the time watching for fights or unruly behavior... (my feet were starting to bark by now, a common ailment of the security guard. The thick wet rough had caused a blister or two on the bottom of my feet).
About 4pm I got a call on the radio...(radio and ear piece every day---felt like the "not so secret" service). It's funny listening to the chatter on the radio while walking the course because you hear all the trouble going on in the concession areas and liquid libation areas and get a real taste of whats involved in securing this venue for the week... (not as easy as it sounds). Anyway, a call comes to me and my roaming partner to report to command for a special assignment... (I guess going home on time is out of the question). We are taken to a private party...(if you didn't know where it was you couldn't find it--that's all I'm at liberty to say). I worked outside and Ron worked inside. No one got in without a special escort...(and that's all I'm at liberty to say). We were there until 7:30pm when everyone left to go the Bird's Nest to party... (A huge tent that had bars and live music that ran until 10pm or so). So after the special assignment we hobbled back to command and signed out and went home. The dogs got a hot tub soak and foot massage (thanks, Beck!) and then I passed out for the evening...
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