February 28th I attended another Mah Jongg game for the first time. This one is held at a Catholic Church. They have about 6 tables each week. I attended throughout March and look forward to playing with them in the fall when I return to Tucson. It fits in well after Wednesday Horseshoes.
In mid March I played the Municipal Golf Tournament, which involves the ladies leagues from all five city courses. It moves around from year to year. This year it was at Dell Urich, which is one of my favorite city courses. I had a good day and won Low Gross. Next year Randolph hosts it.
The Randolph Ladies League held their Club Championship over three Thursday's in March. I was the runner up by a couple of strokes, which I lost on the first day. Next year I will be more patient. Judy Miller was able to win yet again. She is a very steady player, but I know I can beat her. I did so in the Municipal Tournament and also at one or more Golf Links events.
As my stay was drawing towards the end John started taking Saturday's off so we could spend a little more time together.
I attended the First Passover Sedar at Congregation Bet Shalom. The did a nice job of it and had a good crowd. I sat next to a lady who had converted a number of years ago. As time permitted we had a nice chat. The service was well done and the food was very good.
I managed to get John to agree to going to church with his daughter, grandchildren and me, on Palm Sunday.
By February I was getting quite accustomed to my weekly routine. As much as I like traveling, seeing new places and meeting new people, it is nice to have some stability for a few months, which allows one to get involved in activities that occur on a weekly basis.
John's "weekend" is Sunday and Monday, so I set those days aside to spend as much time with him as possible, whether it be golfing or spending time with his children and grandchildren.
Tuesday's I played a casual game of golf at one of the city courses. Wednesday I played horseshoes in the morning
and did laundry (because the washing machines at the laundromat were discounted). Thursday mornings I played in the women's league at Randolph North. That usually extended into the mid afternoon. Friday morning's I played horseshoes and in the afternoons I played Mah Jongg.
Saturday's I would drive John to work, then go to the synagogue near there, Congregation Bet Shalom. After synagogue some days I would go to the library to work on this Blog or other things, and others I would go for a bicycle ride along The Loop. I would then pick up John at work and we'd go out for dinner and the evening.
In late February I was able to get press credentials through the Portuguese Golf Magazine I do work for to attend the PGA Tour Champions Cologuard Classic Tournament at Omni Tucson National. It sure had a different look and feel than the PGA Waste Management Tournament. To start with the galleries were much smaller. Sadly the food offered to the media wasn't as good as what I have seen at PGA events. I attended on Wednesday, Pro-Am Day, mostly to register and get the lay of the land, after which I went to synagogue for the Purim service (think Jewish Halloween). I attended Saturday after synagogue and spent quite a bit of time following my various favorites and walking most of the golf course. I saw a few shots by Canadians Rod Spittle and Stephen Ames. I watched Vijay Singh and Bernhard Langer (to see if he was anchoring the putter or not). I had quite a conversation with Jesper Parnevik (bill of hat turned up) as he was walking across the bridge over the wash, with his metal spikes ringing out, a sound you don't hear very often anymore. What a specimen of fitness he is! I also saw Miguel Angel Jimenez play a few shots. I remember seeing him first when I was at the Masters Monday practice round in Augusta in 2005. I hung out by John Daly to see which loud mouth outfit he was wearing (US Currancy),
how many cigarettes he could smoke and how far he could smoke the ball. Overall, I feel this tour is about helping to generate donations to the host charity and lining the pockets of these pros who, with not cut, are guaranteed a paycheck no matter how they play. If you can make it into the club, I think you can live a pretty good life. Mike Weir will find out after the middle of May in 2020. I'm not planning on going back next year.
