Okay so first let me say, next to getting married, it was the best day of my life. The only reason its #2 and not number 1 is because I shot 86 and blew up on the back after playing relatively well on the front.
Since I wasn't a resort guest, I could only get a guaranteed tee time on Pebble the morning before I wanted to tee off. They assured me it wouldn't be a problem seeing as though I was a single and would be able to latch on to any group, but I took no chances, got up at 3:55am in Honolulu and called the reservation center to get my guaranteed noon tee time. Why noon? First off we wouldn't be arriving to our hotel the night before til around 2am, and secondly I wanted warm enough weather so my wife wouldn't be cold waking the course with me. We arrived around 10am after I got maybe 2 hours of sleep from being so excited and had breakfast at the restaurant that overlooked the first tee. I was getting more nervous with every good tee shot I saw as there is always a crowd of 30-50 people watching you tee off. Some aren't even there to golf, they just want to walk around the place.
After being picked up by the shuttle with leather reclining chairs I got to the practice area around 11:20. The employee at the Pro Shop told me to arrive in front of the first tee 15 minutes before my tee time to meet my caddy and playing partners so I hit balls for 25 minutes and was ready to go. I actually hit the ball really well at the range and was pretty psyched to get started. Since it was a uncharacteristically slow day, I met my playing partner and we went to the first tee as a twosome. The guy I played with was Colin Montgomerie's twin except for being a 25 handicap or so. On the first tee, the starter asked me what my handicap was, I told him I was an 8 while the guy I was playing with was a 25 or so. He told me that I could play whatever tees I wanted but he strongly recommended playing the golds, which on that day were playing around 6500 yards. I considered playing the blues but I was really nervous about holding up play since on some holes there are completely different paths to the tees so I agreed that the golds would be best.
I won't go by every single hole but I found myself nervous on the first tee. It didn't help when the 25 handicapper busted his drive down the middle of the fairway. I opted to hit my stinger on the short hole (playing around 340 that day) and hoped to get it out there around 230 in the fairway. I put the tee in the ground, tried to play as fast as I could, and TOPPED THE FIRST SHOT OF THE DAY. There were a few groans but thankfully the ground was hard and the ball rolled 100 yards so I didn't have to hit the next one in front of the crowd. I hit my hybrid into the greenside bunker, hit it out to about 20ft and missed a 4 footer for bogey. Doubled the first.
The second was the reachable par 5 that played 490 yards that day. I believe in the US Open the pros played it as a par 4 but my caddy wasn't sure. Anyway, driver to the first cut, 5 iron to the right side of the right bunker, flop shot to 12 feet and a holed putt meant I birdied the second to settle me down.
I made par on the next 5 holes in a row, hitting the green in regulation on every hole but missing the birdie putts. To be fair to me, some of the pin positions were very tough and I never realized how sloped some of their greens are. One shot I'll brag about was my tee shot on 3. From the tee box we were on that day the hole played about 360 and the bunkers at the beginning of the fairway were about 235 to carry. For those of you that don't know the hole, if you hit your tee shot more than 260 or so you'll go through the fairway as the hole doglegs sharp to the left. I hit my 3 wood, carried the last bunker on the left with a little draw, and watched my ball funnel down the middle of the fairway to about 70 yards from the green. The caddy couldn't get over where the ball ended up...not to be all Chris Farley, but yeah, that was awesome.
I doubled 8 and parred 9. 8 isn't fair. We played it at 370 yards but you can only hit your tee shot around 200 before you have to hit your second shot over a cliff to a green thats about 60 feet below you. Adding to the difficulty is a stiff wind that according to my caddy is always in your face. I had 170 yards, took one extra club and hit my 6 iron into the bunker that was over the green. The pin was in the back as well and my caddy stressed how fast the green was sloping down. I tried to get too cute with it, got the shot out of the sand but left it in the rough. Flop shot was next as I saw my ball literally trickle by the hole, almost stop, then gain speed and end 15 ft from the cup. Double bogey. 39 on the front.
It was all down hill from there. Doubled 10, after hitting my second shot in the water, made par on 11 then didn't make another par the rest of the day. Doubled a few more holes, including 17, to shoot 47 on the back. 86.
The greens were unreadable. Fast uphill and sometimes slow downhill. My caddy wanted me to play much more break then was needed and though I usually like my putts to die in the hole, I think he was reading them as being faster than they were.
I loved walking with a caddy and don't want to slam mine too bad because he was a young kid and it was his first year. But one thing I didn't like was him telling me which club to hit off tees. I probably should have been more blunt with him but I tried to drop hints by asking him how far certain things were off tees and too greens. For example, he wanted me to hit driver on #3 but after I asked him what the carry distance was of the bunker and through the fairway, I pulled 3 wood.
The bunkers had some of the softest sand I've ever been in. I had probably 5 bunker shots all day and 3 of them were fried eggs, including one on 18 that I left in the bunker in front of a gallery (however I did hit the next one to 2 feet to applause).