I originally signed up for the Harder Hall in an attempt to prove myself worthy of a spot on the Curtis Cup team that will be picked the week after the South Atlantic Ladies Amateur next week.

Little did I know about the week I was in for, after booking a last-minute flight and host family, since I got in from eighth on the waiting list.

I took a redeye to Orlando on New Years Eve. Go figure - my clubs got lost somewhere between Los Angeles and Orlando.

After recovering the clubs two hours later, I rented a PT Cruiser-like vehicle and trucked it down to Sebring. Maybe I trucked it a little too hard - a cop pulled me over, and asked for my license and registration, whereupon I burst into tears and proceeded to cry myself out of a speeding ticket. I'm actually quite proud. I never thought of myself as that type, but I definitely rose to the occasion.

One would think this would be enough excitement for one blog entry. However, the third day of the tournament, I went into the bathrooms after playing five holes and left my driver next to our 5th tee box. Two holes later, I realized I had forgotten it, and raced back in a cart to retrieve it. No luck.

As I hyperventilated and asked various spectators if they had seen it, 2006-2008 Curtis Cup Captain Carol Semple Thompson was teeing off and I'm sure I made a great impression, with my hair disheveled and shirt untucked.

I never did get my driver back, and ended up playing the remaining 13 holes trying to skull-draw my 3-wood (I still had 3-woods and rescues into the rest of the par fours).

Later, I ended up borrowing a driver from a nearby golf shop to use the final day. So R.I.P. Spike, wherever he may be. Can we all bow our heads for a moment of silence?

T-Joh OUT.

(Editor's note: Tiffany finished tied for fourth.)