JohnnyDee
Tour Winner
As our normal Saturday group huddles together for warmth on the first tee at this time of year, each of us hoping that we will be drawn in the first group to tee off before frostbite sets in, I often muse on how much better I'd be at this wretched game, if like the Pros, I too golfed almost exclusively in the warm balmy sunshine.
Without a word of a lie there was a day just recently when the temperature display on my car said -5 degrees C, and yet I still played. I was drawn in the 2nd last four-ball out of 5 groups and was hopped up like a Michelin Man in 4 layers of clothing barely able to swing a club by the time I teed off.
When I got home I switched on the TV and watched the Pros in polo shirts strolling through yet another beautifully sunlit day and thought to myself, I'd love to see them playing England in the depths of Winter and still ripping it up.
Am I jealous? You betcha!
Without a word of a lie there was a day just recently when the temperature display on my car said -5 degrees C, and yet I still played. I was drawn in the 2nd last four-ball out of 5 groups and was hopped up like a Michelin Man in 4 layers of clothing barely able to swing a club by the time I teed off.
When I got home I switched on the TV and watched the Pros in polo shirts strolling through yet another beautifully sunlit day and thought to myself, I'd love to see them playing England in the depths of Winter and still ripping it up.
Am I jealous? You betcha!