You’re hitting some balls on a quiet afternoon at the Los Serranos Country Club in Chino Hills, whispering to yourself as you set up:
Tee up, ball straight … stand right there, feet apart, knees slightly bent ... keep my head down … wonder what’s for lunch … stop that, concentrate … good grip, fingers locked in, keep my head down, address the ball … swing the club back, keep my left arm straight … don’t bend the elbow, don’t bend the elbow … keep my eye on the ball … now swing the club swiftly in a big arc … eye on the ball, eye on the ball … untwist the body and thwack the ball … oh, nice sound … follow through … watch the flight of the ball and yell:
WATCH OUT FOR THAT PLANE!
That’s probably not what you wanted to say, but as soon as you hit the ball, all you could see was a Cessna 177 making an emergency landing on the fairway.
The pilot, Phil Samuelian, ran out of gas and couldn’t make it to Corona Municipal Airport, so he headed for open ground, which happened to be Serranos Country Club.
A couple of dozen other people beside you had to scramble as Samuelian crashed into a flagpole, just missing those two people sitting over there in a golf cart.
The thing is, did you hit the ball onto the fairway? Or did it get lost in the rough?
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