Golf can humble anyone, no matter how accomplished they are. Just ask Condoleezza Rice, who managed to plunk a spectator in the head at Pebble Beach.
Welcome to the AT&T Pebble Beach National Pro-Am, where the golf is mediocre and the laughs are plentiful, mostly from the antics of one Bill Murray.
The New York Times reports Rice, the former Secretary of State, tossed out a "Roll Tide" to start her day on Thursday.
With what I imagine was an exuberant smile, she offered the famed rally cry to her partner on the day, fellow Alabama fan Jason Bohn.
That's when I like to think each golfer mashed a fantastic drive and let their eyes linger on the ball soaring in the sky.
Today is going to be a good day, one without any awkward gaffes like hitting a bystander with an errant shot.
Rice should have ended her day after the first hole.
While she combined with her partner for a two-under 70 on the day, there was a scary moment on hole No. 6.
Her fourth shot flew out of the grabby grass and hit a spectator standing behind the left gallery rope.
“Did I hit you?” Rice said, moving quickly to reach the woman, who had a bloody gash above the bridge of her nose. Her daughter was trying to use a pairings sheet as a bandage. “It was a bad shot. I’m really sorry.”
Rice knelt, handed the woman’s daughter a white towel to stanch the bleeding and held the woman’s right hand until first-aid personnel arrived. Before she headed to the green, she asked the daughter to call her with an update on her mother’s condition. Rice’s assistant, who was walking outside the ropes, slipped the daughter a piece of paper after Rice left.
The report issues Rice just wasn't the same the rest of the round, spraying errant shots all over the course.
It seems my golf game is not unlike that of a former Secretary of State after plunking a woman in the head with a golf shot.
It's understandable Rice would be shaken after delivering the shot described in the report. We are just glad the fan came away without any serious injuries.
This should serve as a warning to would-be spectators from the gallery. I never understood how you could stand mere feet away from a Bubba Watson hit from the rough or yards from a Phil Mickelson smash.
However, I get your faith in their masterful precision.
My advice would be to skip the pro-ams, or bring a helmet, because half the field is gripping it and ripping it, not knowing where the hell that ball is going to land.
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