Unfortunately I am writing this back from my couch in Orlando.  I really believed this was going to be my week.  Leading up to the qualifying Monday everything about my game pointed towards me playing a great round.  I ended up shooting a one over par 73.  The magic number was 68.  On paper it sounds like I wasn't even close, but in reality this was about as close a call as it comes.  I made the turn in one under par 35.  I saved par with my short game on the front nine several times to keep me in it, but my birdie putts were not falling.  I stepped up on the tee on the back nine thinking to myself I need to shoot 3 under on this side to give myself a chance.  I preceded to make a sloppy bogey on the 10th.  After a couple pars on 11 and 12 I stepped up on 13 knowing time was running out.  I had 6 holes to make up 4 shots.  The 13th hole is a dangerous 286 yard reachable par 4.  How on Earth I had the patience to lay up with a 6 iron off the tee I have no idea.  As both my playing partners went for it I bunted my 6 iron out there to a comfortable wedge yardage.  I wedged my second shot to a difficult pin located on a crown to 5 feet.  I made the putt for birdie and that got me going back in the right direction.  5 more holes, need 3 more.  Well next hole is a reachable par 5.  I hit a bombed drive on this short risk reward par 5 that left me with a 8 iron.  The hole is actually really stupid because it looks like they just tried to fit it in due to lack of room when they built the course.  The hole is a sharp dogleg left.  I may have had 8 iron into the hole but I had to hit my second shot over dense forest to a blind green.  The only thing I can see is forest and an oncourse bathroom I had to go over.  Well that is the target I took, directly over the "baños" (bathroom in Spanish).  The shot came off exactly in the direction I wanted and I ended up 60 feet short of the pin on the front of the green.  Low and behold I made that putt for eagle and now all of a sudden I went from the outside looking in to back in this thing.  4 more holes, I need just one more birdie.  I stepped up to the 15th hole, a dead straight away par 4, filled with nerves.  For the first time all day I was jittery.  Lining both sides of the fairway was dense jungle that was unplayable, so a straight drive was crucial.  I did everything in my ability to make it a good one, but I lost the tee shot a little right and never found the ball.  I made a bogey with my second ball giving me a triple bogey seven with the penalty.  The last three holes I played in a meaningless 1 over.  Had I gotten past that tee shot and kept it in play, I really believe I would have made at least 2 more birdies with the momentum I had.  So basically I can look back at one errant drive on the 15th hole that really was the make or break point of the qualifier.  It stinks that it had to come to that, but at least I know I am on the cusp of breaking out.  These qualifiers are so cut and dry.  You either qualify or you don't.  There is no in between, and there is no Mom on the back of the 18th hole to hug you when you don't.  Golf can be a mean game and it can also be extremely rewarding.  I have put in my time and paid my dues and my time is coming soon.  Next up for me is the Honda Championship pre qualifier back in the states here next week.  A good round next week will open the door to the Monday Qualifier a few days after that.  I'm going to keep things rolling and keep getting better.  The picture I took is of an Iguana blending in with the terrain on the course at the Iberostar resort.  There was all kinds of wildlife I had never seen before and it was nice to capture this with my camera.  Until next time.