25. River Country
, 6 p.m.
Four holes in. Diliberto is still steamed over his third-place finish at Pirate's Cove. "I shot a 41!" he says. "That would have won just about any other course."
"Not on a combination jungle-pirate," says Moskowitz, who had gotten psyched by telling himself the course was really a pirate course with jungle holes.
In truth, this is really a kiddie course. Any shot within five feet of the cup seems to dive in. Diliberto finishes third again, this time with a 38—until now, the second-lowest score of the tour.
Closing out with my second straight ace, I hear the glottal rumble of his radio voice: "This one shouldn't count!"
26. Pelican Point
, 8:22 p.m.
Three years ago a college coed sank a short putt on Pelican Point's 16th green. At least she thought she had. The ball struck something in the cup and bounced out. A rock, she guessed.
She was right. She reached into the cup and pulled out a box. Inside the box was an engagement ring. Her boyfriend proposed on the spot.
Not content just to court disaster on 16, I slip an engagement ring on its finger and name the day. To reach the long bobsled run of a fairway, the ball must pass beneath a rock ledge. At least that's what the other balls do. Mine keeps finding the ledge and rolling back to the putting mat.
My 4 is offset by Moskowitz's 5 on the 17th hole—a crater in the center of what looks like a vest-pocket volcano. He grabs the scorecard. I grab the lead.