USER1999
Grand Slam Winner
We usually medal in 3 balls, and you can book a time with the 2 people of your choice. This works fine for me, as I am not in favour of drawn comps. I am happy to play with different guys, but I like to know that they are not going to get on my nerves if I am going to medal with them, and I like to select my tee time (not always the same one either).
I had a decent 3 ball lined up for Sunday, and a good tee time too. Sadly, I had to scrub one of the guys last night, as he is stuck in Portugal til Monday.
As I crossed him out, the assistant pro looks over, and says that's handy, Gobby (not his real name, but it will do) just phoned up and asked for an early slot if one came available. So now I am playing with Gobby. He is a nice enough guy, but just rubs me up the wrong way all the time. The fact that he lives and breathes is enough to get me going.
This will be a real test of my temperament, and of my new found attitude to playing comps. It will be interesting to see if I can hold my focus under duress.
I hope he limits himself to just the 5 phone calls, or I will shove his phone somewhere painful. He also falls foul of one of my other pet hates. Saying 'that's in' while the putt is still rolling, when it clearly isn't going to make it, and if it was, it now won't. It is such a crass thing to say.
I think I need to draw up some ground rules for discussion over breakfast.
Rule one: No phones.
Rule two: No comment until the ball has stopped moving.
Rule three: Read rule one again.
Rule four: No discussion about playing partners golf swing / score / ooh, you're playing well, etc.
Rule five: Just shut up.
He has a personalised number plate too. It is fun watching him explain how the butchered letters and numbers make out his name. They don't.
Looking forward to it already. Not.
I had a decent 3 ball lined up for Sunday, and a good tee time too. Sadly, I had to scrub one of the guys last night, as he is stuck in Portugal til Monday.
As I crossed him out, the assistant pro looks over, and says that's handy, Gobby (not his real name, but it will do) just phoned up and asked for an early slot if one came available. So now I am playing with Gobby. He is a nice enough guy, but just rubs me up the wrong way all the time. The fact that he lives and breathes is enough to get me going.
This will be a real test of my temperament, and of my new found attitude to playing comps. It will be interesting to see if I can hold my focus under duress.
I hope he limits himself to just the 5 phone calls, or I will shove his phone somewhere painful. He also falls foul of one of my other pet hates. Saying 'that's in' while the putt is still rolling, when it clearly isn't going to make it, and if it was, it now won't. It is such a crass thing to say.
I think I need to draw up some ground rules for discussion over breakfast.
Rule one: No phones.
Rule two: No comment until the ball has stopped moving.
Rule three: Read rule one again.
Rule four: No discussion about playing partners golf swing / score / ooh, you're playing well, etc.
Rule five: Just shut up.
He has a personalised number plate too. It is fun watching him explain how the butchered letters and numbers make out his name. They don't.
Looking forward to it already. Not.
