The day didn't start well. I went into the garage to get my clubs and had forgotten I'd taken each one of them out of the bag, and taken the head covers off the woods, as they'd got wet last week.
The, usual, last minute dash became a sprint, or it would have been if there hadn't been average speed cameras all the way into Murcar. But got to the club in time to sign in and go straight to the first tee.
The round itself was going pretty well, even paring holes I hadn't yet managed to since joining. The first wheel fell of on stroke index 2. 210yds out, from the middle of the fairway. It had to be my #2 hybrid all day long. Nipped it off perfectly, and it soared towards the middle of the green. Shock! Its 15yds short... but I hit it perfectly. Cue an examination of the club, workman and tools... Muppet!! I'd only got the hybrid head covers on the wrong hybrids.
Next hole, into the water hazard off the tee - it crawled into the hazard. Now for the right #2 hybrid. Noooo! Hooked into the gorse and lost. Next ball onto the green from 200yds and finished the hole with an 8!!
What was looking like a good round had turned into a train wreck.
Steadied the ship(train?) over the next few holes until I got to the par 3 12th. Green side bunker on the left, and no way of going for the green with the next shot. Played with one knee outside the bunker the ball ends up in my foot print, and an even more awkward stance. I escape the bunker in 4 and finish with a 6.
Surely I've finished with the muppetry? Oh no I haven't. After a good drive up 13 I then hook my 2nd shot into an area of gorse that resembles the Amazon rainforest. Another 8.
At least I finished the round as I'd started, playing well. A birdie 2 on 16 was followed by 2 tap in pars on the last 2 holes.
I walk off the last green thinking thank god that was over. Now to tot up the scores. I'd only marked the scores for the wrong player onto the card.
The round was a mixture of excessive muppetry and Mr Magoo.
The, usual, last minute dash became a sprint, or it would have been if there hadn't been average speed cameras all the way into Murcar. But got to the club in time to sign in and go straight to the first tee.
The round itself was going pretty well, even paring holes I hadn't yet managed to since joining. The first wheel fell of on stroke index 2. 210yds out, from the middle of the fairway. It had to be my #2 hybrid all day long. Nipped it off perfectly, and it soared towards the middle of the green. Shock! Its 15yds short... but I hit it perfectly. Cue an examination of the club, workman and tools... Muppet!! I'd only got the hybrid head covers on the wrong hybrids.
Next hole, into the water hazard off the tee - it crawled into the hazard. Now for the right #2 hybrid. Noooo! Hooked into the gorse and lost. Next ball onto the green from 200yds and finished the hole with an 8!!
What was looking like a good round had turned into a train wreck.
Steadied the ship(train?) over the next few holes until I got to the par 3 12th. Green side bunker on the left, and no way of going for the green with the next shot. Played with one knee outside the bunker the ball ends up in my foot print, and an even more awkward stance. I escape the bunker in 4 and finish with a 6.
Surely I've finished with the muppetry? Oh no I haven't. After a good drive up 13 I then hook my 2nd shot into an area of gorse that resembles the Amazon rainforest. Another 8.
At least I finished the round as I'd started, playing well. A birdie 2 on 16 was followed by 2 tap in pars on the last 2 holes.
I walk off the last green thinking thank god that was over. Now to tot up the scores. I'd only marked the scores for the wrong player onto the card.
The round was a mixture of excessive muppetry and Mr Magoo.
