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A Golfer's Dream Book III Chapter Twenty-Three - Windy Weather in
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A Golfer's Dream - Book Three The Real Education Begins    Written by TheCaddy

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Chapter Twenty-Three - Windy Weather in Scotland

The hot water rolled off Dave's face as he struggled to wake up with a morning 
shower.  He was tired after a restless sleep, wondering if he had crossed the 
line with his forthright responses regarding Tiger Woods.  Would he appear to be 
just a smart-assed kid who should show more respect or was he considered a real 
threat to Tiger's dominance of golf?  He thought he was being honest with his 
remarks but he also knew honesty can sometimes be politically incorrect.  He 
finally felt awake enough to get out of the shower and he was soon strolling 
down the lane to the McGregors.

Dave knew Gary would ordinarily tell him the truth - but had Gary become biased 
by their new-found friendship?  When Dave tapped on the door lightly at five-
thirty, Gary opened the door and motioned him inside, "Good morning, Dave.  
Ready for a windy day on the Old Course?"

Dave had been so deep in thought about his behavior that he didn't particularly 
notice the strong winds that were blowing the trees from side to side.  He 
looked at Gary and replied, "I'm not ready yet, but I will be.  I could use your 
advice on something.  What do you think of what I said about Tiger yesterday?"

Gary shook his head, "I couldn't believe those damned officials were considering 
a loophole to keep Tiger in the tournament.  It's just not right - the rules are 
the rules and every golfer is responsible for his own card.  I know there will 
be lots of angry people who think Tiger is like a God and should be allowed back 
into the tournament.  I think the integrity of the game is more important than 
any one man - Dave, you said the right thing.  And tournament officials finally 
dropped the search for a loophole and Tiger has been officially disqualified."

Dave nodded his head, relieved that at least Gary was on his side.  Annette 
spoke up, "Here's your hot chocolate, Dave.  Enjoy."  Dave nodded thank you as 
Gary placed his dirty breakfast dishes in the sink.  He then kissed his wife 
before he told Dave he would see him at the course.  He dashed out the door and 
Dave heard the small car start up then pull down the lane.  Annette went about 
her work leaving Dave to his drink and his thoughts.

Dave tried to focus on his game but a barely suppressed fear of negative 
reactions from the other pros kept creeping back into his mind.  After a half 
hour he thanked Annette and went back to the hotel.  Alec was waiting for Dave 
and, after they both ate large breakfasts, they drove Sarah's car to the golf 
course - she was getting a ride with the Duffs.  Alec noticed Dave was very 
quiet as they drove but he left him to his thoughts.

They went directly to the driving range and Dave hit balls for an hour to warm 
up.  He was still distracted when Jack Nicklaus strolled over to him, "Dave, you 
look like your mind is someplace else.  Are you worried about what you said 
yesterday?"  Dave looked stunned as he stared at the veteran.  Jack chuckled.  
"I thought that might be your problem.  If I had a dollar for every time I stuck 
my foot in my mouth, I would be very rich.  Well, much richer than I am.  That 
reporter asked me the same question and I just ignored it.  I'm in the twilight 
of my career and I don't want to go out as the golfer who told Tiger he screwed 
up and should go home.  Fact is, that is the truth; and someone had to say it.  
I'm surprised you were the one but I was happy someone called it how it is.  It 
was a stupid mistake - but the rule is clear.  Sign your card with a score lower 
than you earned and you are disqualified.  Dave, put the whole incident behind 
you until you finish your round - you need to be focused out here today because 
the wind is going to make course conditions very difficult."

Jack put out his hand and, as Dave shook it, he finished with, "Keep your chin 
up, Dave."

Dave immediately felt much better; he now knew that many players would feel the 
same way and he thanked Jack before they both went back to hitting balls.  
Dave's focus returned and he was soon driving the ball like his old self.  The 
wind was really howling and it was pushing all of Dave's shots sideways.  He and 
Alec talked about the effect the wind would have on the course.

After putting for fifteen minutes, Dave heard his name called to the first tee.  
He strolled to the tee re-focused and confident.  Sarah approached him and gave 
him a good luck kiss before he walked onto the tee.  Jack was waiting for him 
and they shook hands to wish each other luck before the announcer went through 
the introductions again.  Dave hit first and with the wind directly in his face 
he hit his driver.  He hit the ball very well and it stopped in the middle of 
the fairway one hundred and twenty yards from the green.

Jack hit next and his ball finished eighty yards behind Dave's.  Jack missed the 
green and bogeyed the first hole but Dave hit on safely before two putting for 
par.  The balance of Dave's round was very similar to his first round - he hit 
almost every fairway and only missed four greens in regulation.  He made good 
chips on those holes and saved par three times but made bogey the other time.  
In the end he had one bogey, three birdies, and fourteen pars for a very solid 
seventy.  He was very pleased with his score.  Jack played extremely well and 
shot seventy-two but even the birdie on the final hole was not enough for him to 
make the cut to advance to play the final two days.  The huge crowd following 
the two golfers gave Jack a spectacular ovation as he walked up the last hole 
for his final British Open.  Everyone sensed that he would not make the cut and 
they gave him a huge send off.  Dave was simply in awe of the noise created by 
the fans - he never imagined it could get so noisy on a golf course.  He slowed 
down to allowed Jack to walk up the final fairway alone with his fans and Jack 
stopped on the stone bridge acknowledging the support - Dave knew would remember 
this day forever.

He was very careful to review his card before signing it and he thanked Jack for 
his support and wished him luck.  Jack replied, "Dave, you have the best golf 
swing I have ever seen and that is saying something.  You show great poise on 
the course and you don't get flustered when you make a rare bad shot.  I look 
forward to watching your career and I feel privileged to have played with you in 
my last British Open."

Dave was surprised by Jack's praise and he thanked, "Thank you, Jack.  I know I 
will never forget the ovation you received on number eighteen.  I dream of 
becoming as popular as you are and I hope I can show as much class as you do."

Jack put a hand on his shoulder, "Just be yourself, son.  You have a wonderful 
personality - I know you will take this sport to great heights.  Good luck on 
the weekend."

As they left the scorer's tent, they were again escorted to the media tent.  
Jack went first and Dave waited outside with Sarah.  Shauna, Bob, and Hilary 
joined them and congratulated him as they talked casually until Dave was called 
in to face the reporters.  He was very careful not to talk about his comments of 
the previous day.  He explained, "I gave you my opinion yesterday but that is 
history.  There are two more rounds of this tournament and I am getting focused 
on the weekend."

One reporter then asked, "Do you think you can be the first amateur to win the 
Open in seventy-five years?"

Dave shook his head, "I'm not really thinking about winning.  I just want to 
enjoy the experience and focus on making good golf shots, one-by-one."

The interview continued for twenty minutes and Dave dodged numerous questions 
about Tiger.  When he left the tent he felt as if he had learned a valuable 
lesson he would not soon forget.

Bob wanted to stay and watch more of the Open so the five young adults climbed 
into Sarah's car and drove back to the hotel.  Dave and Alec were both hungry so 
they all went to eat a late lunch.  After a filling meal all five went back to 
Dave's room and watched television.  Alec turned on the Open and he and Dave 
were both surprised to see Jack sitting with the announcers.  Jack must have 
just sat down because they asked, "How was the round out there today, Jack?"

Jack smiled and underlined the obvious.  "Windy, very windy."

The two announcers chuckled before they talked about his final British Open.  
They asked if his best memory of the Open would be the huge ovation on the final 
hole.  Jack replied, "I will always remember and appreciate that tremendous 
ovation but what I will remember most is the young man I played golf with today.  
He is a spectacular ball striker and, if anyone wonders if he is the real deal, 
let me assure you, the kid is definitely for real.  The top golfers in the world 
better get ready to take their games to an even higher level to keep pace with 
him.  When this young man matures a little more, he may become unbeatable."

Dave and Alec were both staring at each other, open mouthed.  Dave stuttered, 
"Did I ... Did he just say ... Did I hear him right?"

Alec looked at his friend and gasped, "Holy fuck!  Jack Nicklaus just said you 
are going to be the best golfer in the world."

Dave and Alec continued to watch as Jack talked about Dave's incredible 
consistency and his amazing concentration.  The two announcers were shocked by 
his statements as well and they soon had clips of Dave hitting the ball.  When 
they analyzed his swing they commented on how far he took the club back and how 
smooth his tempo was as he drove through the ball.  The announcers then 
requested a clip of Tiger's swing and they compared the two golfers.  Looking at 
the two swings side-by-side they agreed that Dave's swing was more consistent 
and controlled.  Jack said he couldn't believe how Dave hit fairway after 
fairway with very long drives.

The announcers eventually switched back to the golf and Dave watched as they put 
the leader board on the screen.  Dave was sitting at the bottom of the first 
screen in seventh place.  Most of the players above Dave on the leader board 
were still on the course.  Sergio Garcia was just finishing the ninth hole and 
he was four under par for the round making him nine under for the tournament.  
Michelson was tied with two other golfers at seven under par.  Davis Love III 
and Lee Westwood were one stroke ahead of Dave in fifth.

Jack commented, "I notice the wind is starting to ease up.  It was really 
blowing this morning when I played.  I expect the scores will probably be much 
better in the afternoon."  The two announcers agreed.

Dave still felt overwhelmed by Jack's statements and he suggested, "Let's go for 
a swim - I need to get this off my mind."

After Shauna, Alec, and Hilary left for their rooms to get changed, Dave called 
his father.  It was early afternoon on QAI and Roger was waiting for his call.  
After the preliminary hellos, Roger praised, "You played incredible in that 
wind, Dave, and did you hear what Jack said about you?"

"Yeah, I heard him but I still can't believe it.  I thought I fought the wind 
all morning and while I was very happy with seventy, I know I could have been 
better."

His father replied, "You're five under and in very good shape.  Just keep 
focused and enjoy yourself.  There's no pressure to win or even finish in the 
top ten.  You did really well just to make the cut."

Dave changed the subject, "Are you moved into the trailer?"

Roger said, "Yes, I am sitting at the picnic table with Heather, Ron, and your 
mother."

Dave said, "Please say hello to Jennifer's parents for me."  He briefly wanted 
to ask if Jennifer was coming to the Island but for some reason he didn't.  
Instead he asked, "Can I speak to Mom?"

His mother congratulated him and he said he missed her.  He said he would be 
home late Monday night.  She told him not to over do the drive home and stop if 
he was tired.  He promised he would.  They said their goodbyes and Dave hung up 
the phone.

He and Sarah had a relaxing afternoon.  He swam hard for almost an hour and was 
exhausted when he finished but he felt good.  Bob didn't return for dinner so 
they ate without him.  They were all watching the final results in Dave's room 
when Bob tapped on the door.  He told Hilary he was going to his room and told 
Dave he would see him in the morning.  A half hour after the golf finished on 
television Dave called to get his tee time.  He was in tenth position and was 
scheduled to tee off at twelve-thirty with Davis Love III.

Dave and Sarah went to bed together; both enjoyed a feeling of warm togetherness 
as they made tender love before falling asleep in each other's arms.  Dave slept 
very well as he held his princess in his arms.

He woke at seven o'clock the next morning and walked to the McGregors.  When he 
knocked on the door a young man he had never met before opened the door.  The 
young man immediately noticed Dave's questioning look and explained, "Hello, you 
must be Dave.  I'm Ewan, Gary and Annette's son.  Please come in."

Dave hesitated, "Are you sure?  I don't want to intrude."

"You're not intruding; please come in."

Dave followed the black haired young man inside.  Annette was standing at the 
stove and she said, "Good morning, Dave.  Your hot chocolate will be a few 
minutes.  Gary convinced Ewan to come home for the weekend to watch you play in 
the Open.  He wanted Ewan to meet you as well.  I hope you don't mind."

Dave shook his head before he replied, "I don't mind at all.  How was the trip 
from London, Ewan?"

"Great, I drove north last evening and it was a beautiful clear night.  I don't 
think you are going to be so lucky today.  The wind is already starting to pick 
up and I think it's going to rain this afternoon."

Dave nodded agreement as he had noticed the dark clouds moving in.  He replied, 
"I'll have to take lots of towels, just in case."

Dave and Ewan talked briefly about Ewan's job in England before Annette served a 
steaming mug to Dave.  As soon as the mug was placed in front of Dave, Ewan 
excused himself and disappeared into the house.  Annette smiled at Dave as she 
followed her son out of the kitchen.  Dave thought about his round and he spent 
twenty minutes getting focused.  Annette walked into the kitchen and asked if he 
would like another but he said no before he thanked her again.  He asked her to 
say goodbye to Ewan before he left.

Dave noticed the wind getting steadily stronger as he walked back to the hotel.  
The trees were swaying more than they had during his walk to the McGregors and 
the dark clouds continued to roll in.  He joined Sarah, Hilary, Alec, and Shauna 
in the restaurant.  Hilary explained that she had dropped her father off at the 
course earlier.  They ate a large meal and talked about the beautiful 
countryside of Scotland.  After the meal, Dave and Alec took some towels from 
their rooms and got in Sarah's car to go to the course.

At the course they went directly to the range and Dave began hitting balls.  He 
hit balls for ninety minutes before he walked to the practice green.  He putted 
for an hour then he and Alec went into the clubhouse to eat.  As they ate, they 
talked about Sergio Garcia leading the tournament at twelve under par and how, 
if it started to rain, the scores would likely go higher.  After eating a large 
lunch Dave went back to the practice range to warm up.

About fifteen minutes before his scheduled tee-time he felt the first drops of 
rain.  He looked at Alec and shook his head; Alec simply shrugged.  Dave hit 
balls for a few more minutes before going to the practice green to hit a few 
final putts.  He met Davis Love III on the putting green and they shook hands.  
Dave knew that Love was considered one of the long hitters on the tour when he 
first joined in the mid eighties.  Davis teased Dave about Dave beating his alma 
mater, North Carolina, in collegiate golf.  They heard their names called to the 
first tee and walked off the putting green together.

Sarah met Dave as he walked to the first tee and, after she gave him a loving 
good luck kiss, he followed Davis onto the tee.  Dave was introduced first and 
he hit a huge drive down the middle of the fairway.  The wind was again in their 
face but Dave still hit his driver to the one-hundred yard marker.  Davis was 
introduced then he hit a big drive that finished thirty yards short of Dave's 
ball.  The light drizzle continued as Dave hit a fantastic approach shot to six 
feet and made his birdie.  Love made par.  Dave noticed Ewan following him and 
he nodded hello as he walked from the first green to second tee.

Before Dave finished his round, the light drizzle changed to light rain which 
soon changed to heavy rain.  Alec worked hard to keep Dave's clubs dry but the 
grips eventually got wet and Dave made several poor shots that caused several 
bogeys.  Dave was happy he had made three early birdies because the late bogeys 
brought his score back to an even-par seventy-two for the day.  Davis shot 
seventy-four and slipped one stroke behind Dave.  After signing his card, Dave 
went to the media tent for his interview.  The Tiger episode seemed to be old 
news and his interview was relatively brief.

When Dave left the media tent Alec gave him an update of the scores.  "Sergio is 
on the last hole and he is two over par for the day.  None of the leaders have 
broken par today - so you actually gained ground on most of the field."

Dave nodded understanding.  "That's good.  Hopefully, tomorrow will be a nicer 
day."

Sarah moved into Dave's arms and he kissed her before they all went back to the 
hotel.  They went directly to supper.  Bob told Dave, "You played really well in 
the rain today.  I watched Davis and some other pros; they seemed to have more 
trouble with wet grips than you did.  I watched Davis' expression as you drove 
the ball; on the seventh hole after you hit another perfect drive, he shook his 
head in disbelief.  Dave, you are really showing these guys how good your game 
is."

Dave smiled.  "Thanks, Bob.  I guess I have to face the fact that I'm closer to 
being ready to play at this level than I want to believe.  Maybe I should start 
thinking harder about a pro career.  I'll have to have a very serious talk with 
Mom and Dad when I get home."

Bob nodded his head in agreement before he replied, "I'd like to meet your 
parents someday.  They must be very special people."

Dave agreed, "They're the best.  You are welcome to visit anytime.  QAI has some 
fantastic golf courses - so bring your clubs."

After supper Dave explained that he was turning in early and wished everyone 
goodnight.  Sarah was surprised but she wished everyone goodnight as well.  As 
soon as they walked into their room, Dave took her in his arms and kissed her 
passionately.  He peeled her clothes off and guided her to the couch in the main 
room.  As he dropped to his knees he smiled and whispered, "I love you, Sarah, 
and I will always love you."

He kissed his way up her creamy thighs until he reached her nether lips.  Sarah 
moved her hands to his head to guide him to her wet and waiting slit but he 
wanted to tease her a little more.  His soft kisses on her thighs and pouty lips 
drove her wild as she tried again to move his head to the right spot.  Bending 
to the will of his princess, he slipped his tongue into her wet opening - she 
moaned in delight.  Dave licked and kissed her clit as her orgasm began to 
build.  Just before she reached her peak, he moved two fingers deep inside and 
she moaned loudly as her orgasm crested.  He kissed his way up her body and 
kissed her soft breasts as his fingers continued to tease her clit.  Her 
breathing slowly returned to normal and she stared up at him with passion.

She moved out from under Dave and stripped his clothes off.  She pushed him onto 
the couch and slipped between his legs.  His rock-hard pole was standing 
straight out as her soft lips slid over his crown and he closed his eyes in 
delight.  Stroking gently with both hands, Sarah slowly worked his hardness 
deeper and deeper into her mouth.  She alternated between taking him deep into 
her mouth and licking his head - until Dave's legs began to shake with his 
impending orgasm.  She increased her stroking motion as his member began to 
throb.  Dave warned her just before he exploded in her mouth.  She continued to 
stroke his hardness as she milked every ounce of seed from his throbbing member.

She smiled up at him before she kissed her way up his body in a mirroring of his 
treatment of her.  Their bodies were molded to each other as they kissed 
passionately.  Sarah stared into his eyes and whispered, "I love you too, my 
good knight.  I have a strange feeling that this is going to be our last night 
as lovers."  A tear leaked down her cheek.  "I sense that our lives are now 
moving faster and faster in different directions.  I know we will always have 
our special bond - but we both have to get on with our lives.  You have your 
golf and I have my education.  I dreamed that you would one day marry me but I 
don't think that will ever happen.  At least we had wonderful times together."

Tears ran down Sarah's cheeks and Dave tried to kiss them away without any luck.  
He held her close as he kissed her lips.  "I love you, Sarah."  After a pregnant 
pause he added, "Can I be honest with you?"  She nodded so he continued.  "I 
really do love you but I have done a lot of soul searching the last few months 
and I have come to realize that I want to spend the rest of my life with 
Jennifer.  That's a huge problem because she is already in another relationship.  
I'm going to talk to her when I get home - I hope we can get back together."

Sarah nodded dejectedly.  "I always knew you loved her more than you showed.  
She is very nice and I like her as well."

They didn't talk for several minutes as they simply held each other.  Dave 
finally picked her up and carried her to the bed.  They made passionate love for 
hours - both knew it was their farewell lovemaking session.  As Dave held Sarah 
in his arms, he wondered if he was making the right decision.  He did love Sarah 
and he knew she would make him very happy for the rest of his life - but 
Jennifer was just too important to let go.  He knew she was his soul mate and he 
wanted her to be his wife.  He suddenly realized what he thought - my wife?  
Then a very calm mood flowed through his entire body.  He felt at peace.  Yes, 
he definitely wanted her to be his wife.  He felt Sarah drift off to sleep and 
he held his beautiful princess in his arms as she slept.

The walk to the McGregors the next day was wonderful.  He felt very happy that 
he had finally made a decision about Jennifer - he was excited about seeing her 
when he got home.  He tapped on the door and Ewan again opened it.  After Dave 
followed him into the kitchen, Ewan said, "You played a great round yesterday in 
some very difficult conditions.  Pa said you had the sweetest swing he ever saw 
and I now agree.  You hit the ball very long but unbelievably consistent."

Dave thanked, "Thanks, Ewan.  I work hard at my game and I'm very pleased that 
it has paid off."

Annette passed Dave a mug and then she and her son left him to his thoughts.  He 
thought about his golf briefly but what he mostly thought about was his plan to 
get Jennifer back.  He would arrive home late the following night and if 
Jennifer wasn't on QAI he would drive to Charlestown on Tuesday and talk to her.  
He would confess his love for her and see if she felt the same way.  He didn't 
care about Mark anymore.  He would be willing to accept Jennifer's decision, but 
deep in his heart he knew she loved him deeply and they would be together once 
again.  They were meant for each other and now they would be forever.  Annette 
walked back into the kitchen and Dave stood and walked to her.  He shook her 
hand and thanked her.  She pulled him into her arms and hugged him before she 
wished him luck.

He didn't even remember walking back to the hotel - he thought he might have 
floated the whole way.  He never remembered feeling this good - he was going to 
spend the rest of his life with Jennifer.  Alec immediately noticed his euphoria 
and assumed it was from an intimate night with Sarah.  They ate a large 
breakfast before Sarah dropped them off at the course.  It was a beautiful 
summer day and the wind was almost non-existent.  Dave and Alec went directly to 
the range and hit balls.  Dave was hitting the ball farther than usual and Alec 
quietly sensed it was going to be a very good day.

Dave putted and chipped for an hour before the two friends went to eat lunch.  
Dave hardly noticed the other golfers in the restaurant.  Most of the leaders 
were trying to get a little nourishment before the final round.  Dave looked 
over at Sergio who looked to be very nervous.  Sergio had turned pro six years 
earlier at the age of nineteen.  He had won several tournaments but never a 
major.  Dave smiled at Alec.  "Sergio looks nervous."

Alec glanced at Sergio and nodded his head.  Alec still found it hard to believe 
that his best friend was competing against the best golfers in the world and was 
more than holding his own.  Alec believed Dave could win and he was going to 
help his friend do just that.  He looked at Dave and was amazed that Dave didn't 
look nervous but Dave had a look in his eye that Alec had never seen before - he 
wasn't sure exactly what it was but it was very intense.

Dave was tied for fourth place, five strokes behind Sergio, so he was scheduled 
to tee-off in the second-to-last pairing at one o'clock.  After lunch they hit 
balls again for twenty minutes then putted for another twenty minutes.  When his 
name was called to the first tee, Dave strolled casually towards the starter.  
Sarah kissed him for luck before he strode onto the tee full of confidence.  Lee 
Westwood was his playing partner and they shook hands before the introduction 
began.  Dave was introduced first and, after a generous applause, he pushed the 
tee into the ground and went through his normal pre-shot routine.  He focused on 
his golf but he felt gloriously happy about his decision to be with Jennifer.  
He hit a perfect three-wood to the one hundred yard marker.  Westwood hit next 
and his ball stopped just short of Dave's ball.  Westwood shook his head in 
disbelief - he had nailed his driver and it was still short of Dave's three-wood 
shot.

Dave made a good wedge shot and sank a short putt for birdie.  The balance of 
the front nine flew by and Dave played extremely well, albeit conservatively.  
He didn't attack the tough pin positions but was satisfied to hit the ball to 
the larger part of the green and then putt in from there.  Alec was surprised 
that he wasn't attacking the pins because Dave had a great feel for his irons.  
After nine holes he was two under par.  Sergio was one under par and four 
strokes ahead of Dave.

As Dave and Alec stood on the tenth tee, Dave asked, "Give me my three-wood, 
Alec.  We'll play this one safe, too."

Alec didn't pull the club out of the bag but instead waited for Dave to look at 
him.  Dave finally stared into his eyes questioningly.  Alec explained, "Dave, 
you're hitting the ball really well, even for you.  You're only four strokes 
back of Sergio.  You can win this thing - but it's time to start attacking the 
pins.  You're hitting your driver unbelievably - you can reach this green.  
Don't you think it's time to go all-out?"

Dave looked down the fairway then turned and smiled at his friend and caddie.  
"It's your call.  Let's get at it then."

Alec smiled as he passed him the driver and Dave went through his pre-shot 
routine.  Dave put a smooth full swing on the ball and it launched off the 
clubface.  It sailed through the air, bounced in the fairway then rolled onto 
the green thirty feet from the hole.  The huge crowd of fans went absolutely 
berserk.  They screamed and roared their approval as Dave waved a thank you to 
them.

Lee Westwood stood up after Dave and hit a three-wood safely into the fairway, 
one hundred yards from the green.  Westwood was even par for the day and trying 
to remain with the leaders.  He was even with Dave for the tournament but he was 
struggling in this round.  After Westwood's shot, Dave strode down the fairway 
confidently with his best friend at his side.

In the commentator's booth, Jack Nicklaus was again doing colour commentary.  He 
had made several comments about Dave playing conservatively and wondered if and 
when Dave would become more aggressive.  As soon as he saw Dave hit the big 
drive on ten he said, "We're going to have a thrilling finish now - Dave has 
finally started to attack the course.  He is four strokes back but he looks very 
hungry.  Sergio will definitely have to earn this one."

Westwood hit his approach shot before Dave strode onto the green and marked his 
ball.  He and Alec surveyed his line before he settled over the ball.  He missed 
by an inch to the right but tapped the two-foot come-backer in for an easy 
birdie.  Westwood two putted for par.

On the par-three eleventh, the pin was tucked behind a tough pot bunker.  Dave 
and Alec discussed the shot and Alec suggested a firm seven-iron.  Dave nodded 
agreement before he went through his pre-shot routine.  He stroked the seven-
iron smoothly and it zoned in on the hole and stopped just four feet away.  The 
crowd went crazy again and it became very clear that Dave was the fan favorite.  
He heard dozen's of men shout "You're the man, Dave."  He waved to the crowd 
before Westwood hit safely onto the green, twenty feet from the hole.

With the birdie on ten, Dave was now one stroke ahead of Westwood who was even 
par for the day.  Sergio was playing with Colin Montgomery who was struggling 
and was now three strokes behind Dave.  Westwood missed his birdie putt then 
tapped in for par.  Dave and Alec surveyed the short putt before Dave stood over 
the ball.  He was about to putt when a huge roar erupted from the tenth green.  
Dave calmly stepped away from his putt.

The television coverage was jumping back and forth from Dave to Sergio and they 
showed Sergio make his birdie on ten before going to Dave.  As Dave stepped away 
from the ball, one of the NBC commentators said, "This will show if the young 
college player can handle the pressure."

Jack Nicklaus quickly replied, "He'll make the putt.  The kid is rock solid."

Dave stood back over the putt and settled on his line.  He focused on `Straight 
Back, Straight Through!'  He knocked the putt dead middle; the crowd went wild 
again.  He pulled the ball from the hole calmly and strode to the next tee with 
a determined look on his face.

As Dave walked onto the twelfth tee, Alec already had the driver out again.  He 
smiled at Dave then said, "Knock it on the green again."

They had to wait a few minutes for the group in front of them to clear the green 
but after a few minutes Dave was ready.

He put a very smooth swing on the driver and the ball bounced in the fairway 
then rolled onto the green.  The ball stopped forty feet from the hole and the 
crowd went wild again.  Westwood hit a good drive just short of the green.  As 
Dave walked up the twelfth fairway he heard a huge "Oohhhhh!" from eleven and 
Dave suspected that Sergio was in trouble.  Dave remained focused on his game 
and when he got to the green he marked his ball while Westwood chipped on.  
Westwood chipped his ball to two feet then marked it.  Dave and Alec looked at 
his long putt from every angle before Dave settled over the ball.  He rolled the 
ball gently to within a foot then tapped in for his third straight birdie.

He again pulled the ball from the cup calmly and, after Westwood sank his short 
birdie putt, they walked to the twelfth tee.  There was a leader board visible 
from the tee and Dave looked at it - Sergio had bogeyed eleven and Dave was now 
only one stroke back.  Alec passed him a three-wood to hit on the difficult 
thirteenth.  Dave hit it perfectly into the fairway.  Westwood hit his driver 
and pushed it into a fairway bunker.  Westwood did well to advance the ball 
eighty yards up the fairway from the bunker.  Dave had one-hundred and fifty 
yards to the pin and he hit a solid nine-iron.  The ball landed beside the hole 
but rolled twenty feet past.

Westwood hit onto the green and two-putted for bogey.  Just before Dave putted 
he heard another cheer from twelve.  He two-putted for a par on the difficult 
hole.

Alec passed Dave his driver on the fourteenth tee and Dave boomed a huge drive 
well over three hundred yards.  The crowd cheered and the commentators said they 
had not seen a drive that long on this particular hole all day.

After Westwood hit a good drive and solid second shot, Dave stood over his ball 
with three-wood in hand.  He had two hundred and seventy yards to the green but 
he was still juiced up and he hammered a huge three-wood onto the green.  The 
commentators were shocked and kept repeating that no player had reached that 
green in two shots all week.  Jack simply smiled as he fought back the urge to 
say, "I told you so."

Westwood hit his wedge onto the green and made a nice putt for his birdie.  Dave 
had a long thirty-five foot eagle putt which he rolled over the edge.  He tapped 
in for birdie.  He didn't know where he was compared to Sergio - but he knew 
there was a leader board on the next tee and he would soon find out.  As he 
walked onto the fifteenth tee he looked at the leader board.  Sergio had birdied 
the twelfth but made par on thirteen.  Dave was within one stroke, again.

Dave hit another great drive on fifteen but only hit a fair approach shot and 
had to settle for par.  On sixteen, Alec passed him driver again and Dave 
questioned whether that was the best choice.  Alec smiled and replied, "Just 
pound it over those damn pothole bunkers."

Dave nodded and confidently smoked the drive over the bunkers that Alec had 
referred to - leaving a short seventy-yard approach shot.  Westwood hit a decent 
drive then a fair iron shot leaving him beside the green.  Dave hit his partial 
wedge three feet from the hole.  The exuberant crowd went crazy again.  Dave had 
worked hard to maintain his focus and control his excitement.  He was in a 
groove and he needed to remain calm and stay focused.

Westwood chipped and one-putted for par before Dave sank his short birdie putt.  
Dave and Alec walked to the seventeenth hole talking about the tough par four.  
Alec told him to keep pounding the driver and Dave smiled at the confidence of 
his friend.  As they walked onto the tee, the leader board showed Dave one 
stroke behind Sergio.  Dave and Alec waited for the group in front of them to 
clear out of the way before Dave hit another great drive on seventeen.  The 
commentators kept asking whether the kid could handle the pressure but Jack 
continued to smile and say, "He can handle the pressure, just watch."

Dave made another good approach shot then sank the fifteen-foot putt for birdie.  
Westwood made another par before Dave walked onto the final tee of the British 
Open at St. Andrews.  For a brief second he asked himself if this was all a 
dream - he was tied for the lead with Sergio Garcia.  The crowd brought him out 
of his reverie with loud cheering and shouts of support.  Alec passed Dave the 
driver and they waited for the group in front of them to clear the green.  When 
it was all clear Dave set up and stroked a smooth solid drive.  The ball bounced 
short of the gulley in front of the green referred to as the `Valley of Sin' 
then through the `Valley' and up onto the green.  The balled rolled gently 
through the green and stopped six inches off the back on the fringe.  Jack 
sarcastically said, "Well, he missed that green."

The other two commentators laughed before one said, "Yeah, right, by less than a 
foot."

Westwood's ball stopped just short of the green.  After a noisy walk down the 
final hole, Westwood chipped on.  Dave then rolled his ball to within a foot 
before he tapped in for birdie.  The crowd went crazy and Dave had to put his 
hands up to calm them down so Westwood could finish the hole.  Westwood sank his 
birdie putt then walked to Dave and shook his hand.  "Dave, you are the best 
ball striker I have ever seen.  Please don't rush to turn pro; the rest of us, 
well, we'd like to think we can win the odd tournament."  Westwood was smiling 
as he wryly said the last statement and Dave thanked him.

Dave turned and looked at Alec who was bouncing excitedly.  It reminded Dave of 
how excited Darcy used to get.  Dave walked to him and they hugged.  Dave said, 
"Thanks, Alec, I could never have done this without you."

Alec explained, "We're only one stroke ahead of Sergio and eighteen is a birdie 
hole so we should be getting ready for a playoff."

Dave nodded, "I know; I'm going to sign my card, carefully."  He and Westwood 
walked towards the scorer's tent.  As Dave walked through the crowd, dozens of 
people had their hands out and Dave tapped the outstretched hands.  Security was 
on both sides of Dave and he saw Sarah standing to the side with Shauna, Hilary, 
and Bob.  He waved to her and the others before he disappeared into the crowd.

As Dave sat in the scorer's tent he caught his breath - it had been an 
incredible day but it conceivably wasn't over yet.  There was a television above 
the table where Dave reviewed his scorecard and he watched as Sergio hit his 
drive into the `Valley of Sin'.  Dave double checked his score comparing it to 
the one he had marked on Westwood's card.  Dave smiled at the nine under par 
sixty-three as he thought, "I never dreamed I could shoot sixty-three in the 
British Open."

He must have actually whispered it out loud because Westwood replied, "You shot 
sixty-three and you played the front nine conservatively.  You're a helluva 
golfer, Dave."

Dave nodded then thanked Westwood before he signed his card.  Dave watched as 
Sergio chipped onto the final green.  Sergio hit the chip too hard and it rolled 
seven feet past the hole.  Dave couldn't believe Sergio had miss-hit the chip 
and he knew that if Sergio missed the putt Dave would be the Open Champion.  
Dave couldn't watch the television as it showed Sergio surveying his putt from 
all sides, so he walked out of the tent.  Sarah and Alec were waiting for him 
and he hugged them as they waited to hear the reaction from the nearby 
eighteenth green.  A loud cheer would mean extra holes while a loud "Ohhhh" 
would mean Dave had won.  The wait was excruciating but silence fell over the 
course before a loud "Ohhhhh!" rung through the crowd.  Dave raced into the 
scorer's tent to check the television monitor to make sure.  Sure enough, Sergio 
was bent over with his face in his hands and his ball sat an inch from the hole.

Dave walked back out of the tent and hugged Sarah then Alec.  Alec was 
whispering, "I can't fucking believe you won."

Dave whispered back, "Neither can I."

Hilary, Shauna, and Bob each hugged him in congratulations before an NBC 
reporter asked to interview Dave.

Dave smiled and followed the reporter to a spot in front of the camera.  The 
reporter asked, "How does it feel to be the first amateur to win the Open in 
seventy-five years?"

Dave smiled at the camera.  "I'm totally shocked.  It feels wonderful but I 
don't think it has really sunk in yet."

"You birdied seven of the last nine holes - did you think you could win like 
that?"

Dave chuckled before he replied, "I felt great all day.  I was really hitting 
the ball well and Alec, my caddie, told me to starting going for the pins.  He 
handed me my driver on ten and that got it all started.  I couldn't have done 
this without Alec."

The reporter asked, "Do you realized that during the tournament you ranked first 
in driving distance, first in driving accuracy, and first in greens in 
regulation."

Dave shrugged.  "I really don't keep track of that stuff.  I just focus on my 
game and my swing.  As I said, I was in a groove all day and it really felt 
great."

The reporter thanked Dave as the tournament officials motioned for Dave to 
follow them to the eighteenth green.  As Sergio walked past Dave, he put out his 
hand.  "Congratulations, Dave, great round."

Dave nodded as he replied, "Thanks, Sergio."

As Dave walked onto the green, the fans roared approval and Dave was surprised 
how loud they were.  When he reached the center of the green, he shook hands 
with the tournament official and the announcer.  Dave was presented two medals: 
one for top amateur and the other for tournament champion.  Dave received the 
Claret Jug and the crowd roared again.  During the interview he thanked the fans 
for their support before he thanked Alec and his parents.  The interview on the 
green lasted fifteen minutes.

Dave was then escorted to the media tent where all the media pelted him with 
questions.  One reporter asked if Dave thought he could have beaten Tiger.  Dave 
replied, "I have no idea."  Another reporter asked about all the records he had 
set, first amateur in seventy-five years, youngest winner since 1868, lowest 
individual round of 63, and lowest individual round by an amateur.  Dave simply 
replied, "Those stats mean very little to me.  I am very happy that I played the 
best I could and the victory is simply spectacular."

When the interviews finally finished, Dave walked out of the tent to the smiling 
faces of his friends.  Gary and Ewan were both there and Dave shook their hands 
as he accepted their congratulations.  He thanked Gary again and wished him well 
before Gary left with his son.  Dave heard Gary say, "See, I told you he was the 
best damn golfer in the world."  Dave shook his head in disbelief.  Hilary 
hugged him and asked him to stay in touch before Bob shook his hand and thanked 
him again for making the week very memorable.  Dave thanked Bob for his support 
and companionship.  The Duffs left immediately for London.

Dave, Sarah, Shauna, and Alec climbed into Sarah's car and also drove back to 
London.  Sarah and Shauna had packed the car while Dave was practicing.  As soon 
as they got on the road, Dave called his father.  His dad was tremendously 
excited and he and Dave talked for almost half an hour.  His mother then got on 
the phone and they talked for another fifteen minutes.  Before he said goodbye, 
he promised not to drive late the next night if he was tired.  Although he 
somehow wanted his parents to relay a message to Jennifer, Dave could not 
articulate what he could ask them to do and say, so he did not mention anything 
to them.

The conversation during the drive to London was mostly about the tournament and 
the trip passed quickly.  It was very late when they arrived at the Thurlows but 
Lord Thurlow and Lady Dianna were waiting up for them and, after lengthy 
congratulations, they wished them all a safe trip home.  Dave, Alec, and Shauna 
thanked them for their hospitality before they went to pack the clothes they had 
left in London.  It was after midnight when Dave finally crawled into bed.  He 
was exhausted but as he dozed off, he felt Sarah climb into bed with him.  He 
held her in his arms as they slept together until the morning.  Sarah dashed 
back to her room before any of the staff saw her in Dave's room.

Dave, Sarah, Alec, and Shauna ate a large breakfast before going to the airport.  
Sarah was quiet during the drive and she cried when Dave kissed her goodbye.  
She waited for them to check their bags and gave Dave a loving kiss before they 
went through security.  Dave promised to e-mail her often.  Alec and Shauna 
thanked her for everything and wished her well.

Dave was quiet as he sat waiting for the plane.  A number of people walked up to 
him and asked for autographs.  He was happy to oblige.  Even Alec had a few 
requests for autographs and he was excited by the publicity.  As Dave signed an 
autograph for a young woman he noticed his picture was on the front page of the 
newspaper tucked under her arm.  He was now officially a celebrity but he only 
felt his broken heart - he would miss Sarah dearly.

The flight passed quickly and Dave slept most of the time.  After arriving in 
Boston, they all cleared customs together before Dave said goodbye to Alec and 
Shauna.  Alec thanked Dave for the incredible experience and Dave thanked him 
for his help.  Alec promised to caddie for him in the Canadian Amateur.  Shauna 
kissed Dave on the cheek and thanked him.  Dave wished them a safe trip then 
went to the parking garage and loaded up his car.  It was early afternoon in 
Boston and Dave got on the road to home immediately.

As the miles flew by, Dave's mood change from sadness for Sarah to excitement 
about Jennifer.  He was convinced she would choose to be with him and he started 
to think about how they would arrange their new long-distance relationship.  He 
even considered quitting school and turning pro but he kept hearing his parents' 
voice begging him to get his education first.

The cell phone rang several times and he received congratulations from Danielle, 
Darcy, Leanne, Coach Dawes, and John.  One particular called started with, "So 
the Sasquatch won the British Open?  I didn't think they let big Canadian beasts 
play in that tournament."  Dave and Sheri verbally jousted for fifteen minutes 
before they said goodbye with promises to meet in the fall.  Dave was slightly 
surprised he didn't hear from the twins or Jennifer.

The day passed quickly and Dave was relieved that he had slept on the plane 
because as the evening grew late - he became more tired.  He had stopped for a 
late dinner in Bangor and he crossed the border at Holton, Maine just before 
nine o'clock.  The immigration officer recognized him immediately and 
congratulated him on winning the Open.  He was pushed right through the border 
without many questions and only two autographs.

The miles flew by as Dave made his way home.  He continually thought about 
Jennifer and he even considered stopping in Charlestown to see her as he passed 
through at eleven o'clock.  He decided it was too late and he forged on towards 
QAI.  He stopped for some refreshments just after he crossed the bridge to QAI.

It was after one o'clock when he finally pulled into the campsite in North 
Beach.  He was tired but then he saw his and Jennifer's parents sitting up 
waiting for him to arrive.  He jumped out of his car and hugged his mother, then 
his father.  He hugged Heather, Jennifer's mother, and shook her father Ron's 
hand.  They all sat up and talked for another half hour.  Roger explained that 
the phone at the house had been ringing off the hook with requests for 
interviews and even offers for sponsorship.  Dave shook his head and wondered if 
his normal life was now gone forever.  He remembered the discussion he had had 
with Hilary about how she often felt as if she were only a commodity that 
everyone wanted a piece of.  He wasn't sure if he was ready for all the 
publicity but he would soon find out.

Eventually, Roger and Ron both went to bed.  Ron was driving back to work in 
Charlestown and had only remained on QAI to congratulate Dave.  Roger was tired 
from a busy day of receiving congratulations on behalf of his son.  He also knew 
that Carol and Heather had something important to tell Dave.

Dave had been tired in the car but arriving home had rejuvenated him and he 
asked Heather, "Is Jennifer at home in Charlestown?  I thought I might go visit 
her tomorrow."

Heather looked very surprised by his statement.  "She's usually works until five 
o'clock.  I can call her and ask if she will be home tomorrow evening."  Heather 
looked questioningly at Carol and Dave noticed the strange look.  Heather seemed 
to be struggling to say something and Dave looked at her questioningly.  There 
was a long pause and Dave could only wonder what her struggle was.  She finally 
simply said what was on her mind.  "I don't think you heard yet - but Mark asked 
Jennifer to marry him.  He gave her the engagement ring on the weekend."

Dave literally froze stiff - he stared at Heather in shock.  He suddenly felt 
sick to his stomach and he even thought he might throw up.  He sat there stunned 
for what seemed like hours.  He didn't have a clue what to do or to say.  He 
felt like crying but he couldn't, at least not in front of Heather.  He started 
to berate himself for taking too long to realize what Jennifer meant to him.

He was still deep in thought when he heard Heather ask, "Are you okay?"

He stared at her blankly for another moment then put a very fake smile and said 
weakly, "That's great.  Wish her well for me."

Heather and Carol could both tell Dave was very upset by the news.  Heather 
asked, "Do you want me to check to see if she will be home tomorrow?"

Dave shook his head, "No, I remembered I promised John I would call him as soon 
as I got home.  I'll talk to her later."

Heather stared at Dave as Carol put her arm around her son.  Heather and Carol 
had talked about Jennifer's engagement; although Carol had assured Heather that 
Dave was over Jennifer - from what they just saw, that was definitely not the 
case.  The mothers were almost as shocked as Dave.  Heather's heart went out to 
Dave because she cared for him as if he were a son.  She politely excused 
herself to allow Dave and Carol to be alone.

Carol hugged her son.  "Are you really okay, Dave?"

Dave looked into his mother's eyes with tears running down his face.  "I guess 
he beat me to the punch.  I had realized in Scotland that I truly loved Jennifer 
and I was going to ask her to marry me.  I feel lost ... I was so happy to win the 
British Open but right now I feel awful."

Carol hugged her son lovingly and he cried quietly on her shoulder.  Carol felt 
helpless.  She thought Dave and Jennifer were simply best friends but she 
couldn't have been more wrong.  She wouldn't interfere but she quietly prayed 
that it would all work out.  After five minutes Dave pulled himself together and 
went to bed.  He kissed his mother goodnight and told her he loved her.

He tossed and turned for hours.  He kept asking himself, "How could he have let 
Jennifer get away.  Why didn't he come home earlier, or at least make a phone 
call, and tell her he loved her and wanted to spend the rest of his life with 
her?  Could he move on without her?"  He finally dozed off, sobbing as he 
thought about his loss.
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