USER1999
Grand Slam Winner
The mental scarring has eased enough that I can now write about last Sunday week without feeling too bad about it.
We were playing the third round of our winter greensomes knockout, with my partner and I playing a favoured pairing of 'better' golfers, and none of our mates had given us much of a chance. Anyway, golf being golf, we had had a cracking round, and at one stage been 3 up, but come the 18th, the match was at all square.
Now I sunk a good putt on 18 to take the match to extra time, and the next two were halved in par. So far, so good, as the 21st hole was a shot hole for us.
Uptil now we had been driving like demi gods, but for one reason or another, this was a complete mess, and we ended up on the edge of the woods. Now muggins here had a choice, chip out 50 yards sideways and let Steve go for the green from 150, or, try to hit out 180 ish with a slight fade to just short. Our opponents probably wouldn't reach the green in two, so chipping out would be the sensible option. But no, I couldn't do that, I had to go for glory.
I had 5 practice swings (there was no one behind) to make sure my club would not hit any branches, and then went for it.
Airshot.
The club hooked up at the top of my swing, and when I went to swing down, the club didn't until it got unstuck, and I missed the ball by about a foot, nearly falling over in the process.
Once we had stopped laughing, Steve compounded the error, by hitting the same glory shot, but instead of the gentle fade, hooked it into the woods the other side of the fairway never to be seen again.
A quick shake of the hands, and off to the club house.
B****r.
We were playing the third round of our winter greensomes knockout, with my partner and I playing a favoured pairing of 'better' golfers, and none of our mates had given us much of a chance. Anyway, golf being golf, we had had a cracking round, and at one stage been 3 up, but come the 18th, the match was at all square.
Now I sunk a good putt on 18 to take the match to extra time, and the next two were halved in par. So far, so good, as the 21st hole was a shot hole for us.
Uptil now we had been driving like demi gods, but for one reason or another, this was a complete mess, and we ended up on the edge of the woods. Now muggins here had a choice, chip out 50 yards sideways and let Steve go for the green from 150, or, try to hit out 180 ish with a slight fade to just short. Our opponents probably wouldn't reach the green in two, so chipping out would be the sensible option. But no, I couldn't do that, I had to go for glory.
I had 5 practice swings (there was no one behind) to make sure my club would not hit any branches, and then went for it.
Airshot.
The club hooked up at the top of my swing, and when I went to swing down, the club didn't until it got unstuck, and I missed the ball by about a foot, nearly falling over in the process.
Once we had stopped laughing, Steve compounded the error, by hitting the same glory shot, but instead of the gentle fade, hooked it into the woods the other side of the fairway never to be seen again.
A quick shake of the hands, and off to the club house.
B****r.
