So, this past Saturday, I decided to tackle the whole “Waste Management Phoenix Open” thing. I’d heard about the tee times being a big deal, and I wanted to see what the fuss was all about. Let me tell you, it was a journey.
First off, I woke up way earlier than any human should on a weekend. I’m talking like, the birds weren’t even up yet. Getting that early tee time is no joke. I grabbed some coffee, threw on some clothes, and headed out.
Once I got to the course, it was already buzzing. People were everywhere, setting up their spots, staking their claims. It felt like a gold rush, but for golf fans. I managed to find a decent area and make the waiting time with some people. Then we started waiting for a good tee time.
- Tried to find out when we might get a tee time but the information was all over the place.
- Ended up waiting and waiting, seriously, it felt like forever.
- Saw a bunch of people get their tee times and started to feel like I was missing out.
Finally, after what seemed like days, my turn came up. I booked my tee time, feeling like I’d conquered a mountain. Then, I tried to find a good spot to watch the game after my tee time was over.
The rest of the day was a blur of golf, crowds, and trying not to get sunburned. I watched some amazing shots, saw some not-so-amazing ones, and just soaked up the whole atmosphere. It’s definitely an experience, that’s for sure.
By the end of the day, I was exhausted, slightly sunburnt, and my feet were killing me. But you know what? It was worth it. I can now say I’ve experienced the Waste Management Saturday tee time madness. Would I do it again? Maybe. But I’d definitely bring more comfortable shoes next time.
Lessons Learned
- Wear comfy shoes, you’ll thank me later.
- Sunscreen is your best friend.
- Patience is key, you’ll be waiting around a lot.
- It’s a whole lot of fun, even with the chaos.
So that’s my story. I went, I saw, I got a tee time. It was a wild Saturday, and I’ve got the sunburn to prove it. Hope you enjoyed hearing about my little adventure.
