Well, the next round, which was the semi-final round or Final 4, was even more interesting than the great escape of round 1.  My partner, Tom, actually got a full night of sleep, so already I figured we’d be better off than the previous round.  I was worried about this upcoming match because the 2 guys were playing were 19s on the course, meaning that they got strokes on every par 3.  If you’ve even played someone who got a stroke on a par 3, you know that the odds are stacked against you.  To make it worse, Tom got strokes on every par 3 except for 1, #17.  In my mind, I’m thinking we need to be up by at least 1 going into 17.  So, we play the match, and it’s played to a standstill on the front 9.  I’m thinking that we only have 6 holes to get at least 1 up.  I don’t tell Tom, because I knew he would tell me that I’m thinking too far ahead.  #10 tee shots started off well, but little did we know that one of our opponents, Joe, was about to go on a tear.  He went ahead and shot a back 9 38, getting up and down from 100 yds like it was nothing.  Joe got a long putter this year, and he is deadly with it.  I ended up buying a long putter after watching that.  Back to the match, Tom and I ham and egg’d it, and we barely kept up with Joe.  Just like I predicted, we came to 17 all square.  Joe and his partner hit first, and put it on the green, easy two putt range.  Not good.  Tom and I had to go pin seeking since a Net birdie was all but assured.  Of course, the flag was on the short side, and Tom ended up in the creek while I ended up behind the hazard line in the rocks.  1 down, 1 to play.  Not good.  So, after the tee balls on 18, we were in trouble.  I was under a tree, Tom was chipping out of the woods.  Tom and I looked at my ball, and it wasn’t that bad a lie.  Only issue was the situation of the match.  I was choosing between 8 or 9 iron, and surprised myself by picking the 8.  told myself, good rhythm, don’t worry about where it goes.  Hit it, lost sight of it.  I knew I hit it well, but not sure about the distance.  Ended up 8 ft from the flag.  Whew.  A gimme par later, and extra holes again.  On the 19th, I had a 4 footer to win it.  Started it outside the cup, never give up the cup from that close.  On to the 20th.  On this hole, I ended up hitting a good shot in front of the drinking crowd that started to gather.  The rest of the hole was a blur as I was trying to not think about the match, and just hit good shots.  Next thing I knew, I had a 3 footer for par, but the other guys were in with double, so a gimme win.  Funny how pressure works when you’re playing with house money.  On to the finals…