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Years ago my playing Partner Andy and me went to a Golf Show at the NEC Birmingham.
They had all the major manufacturers there and had built a range over the lake.
On the day we went the weather was a bit iffy to start but not too bad.
Looking at the program, Monty was due to give a clinic (which involved trying to land a ball on floating targets in the lake) just after the TaylorMade long driver team gave a demo.
This was when the Taylormade Bubble 2 Ti driver had just come out, the hugest head you'd seen so far and a, back then anyway, equally huge price tag.
The range bays were naturally busy during the day so we hatched a plan to go to the TM stand as the Long Drive team and Monty were doing their bit - the bays would be quiet and we could test the clubs in our own time.
The plan worked
We went straight to the TM Rep and came away with a bucket of balls each and a brand new Bubble 2 Ti driver to try.
As the Celebs were using the covered end of the range, we had to go on the open bays - not normally a problem but now it had started to rain.
I don't seem to be affected by damp grips so it didn't worry me at all. We began bashing away, glancing over to the rapidly filling stand behind the Main Event.
The rain got harder. We didn't want to stop as we may not have got another chance to test these clubs - so we carried on.
2 minutes later, with increasingly wet hands, Andy tried to out-bomb the Long Drive Team. Unfortunately, there wasn't quite enough friction between his hands and the grip. The club flew out of his hands, did half a dozen cart-wheels in mid-air before diving into the lake with an alarmingly loud Splosh!
The whole Stand, The Long Drive Team and Monty looked round to see which idiot had thrown a 300 quid club into a lake - my mate Andy!
Nobody saw me as I was rolling around the floor trying really hard not to wet myself.
Andy just stood there.
Eventually he trudged over to the Rep to apologise - the Rep met him halfway and told him not to worry as there were already 6 clubs at the bottom of the lake. By the end of the show, apparently, they sent a diver in to collect them all - he came out with 15.........

Andy has never, to my knowledge, even held a Taylormade club since such is the mental scarring that remains to this day.

I had thought of a couple of things to post, but after this, I can't see the point. Brilliant.
 
I was playing a solo round on holiday a few years ago when the heavens opened. I got out the Galvin Greens and carried on regardless but the rain just kept coming and coming. Soon the greens were flooded and water was flowing along the fairways, coming over the tops of my shoes, running down my neck and getting my hair wet.

The water continued to rise to dangerous levels and I quickly realised that I was in danger of drowning so fast action was needed. I took off my Galvin Greens, knotted the ends to seal them and then, using copious lungfuls of air, I blew them up and stuffed them into my carry bag to make it buoyant. Next I fashioned a couple of rowlocks from my MacWets, sat astride the bag and using my driver and 3 wood, started rowing towards the clubhouse. I was by now not only soaking wet but also freezing cold as I wasn’t wearing trousers under my Galvin Greens and my boxers weren’t exactly well insulating.

I’d made it halfway down the 17[SUP]th[/SUP] fairway when I was met by the Club Captain in a rowing boat, “Thank goodness” I thought “and how courteous to row out and rescue a helpless visitor”. But no, rather than rescuing me he’d come out to tell me that I was improperly dressed and must leave the course immediately.

I rowed directly back to the car park, which meant traversing four more holes before I finally made it back to my car, which luckily was high and dry. I disembarked from my carry bag, took my makeshift boat apart and was pleased to find that, in spite of everything the day had thrown at me, the lining of the Galvin Greens was still perfectly dry.

And you tell that to the Kids of today and they just won't believe you............

Nice one..
 
A little story called

Be prepared for every eventuality!

2 months ago on a beautiful day caked in sunshine me and my friend jack set out on our weekly pilgrimage to our track. Arriving in our polos, shorts and sun visor the course was very quiet and we were greeted by a fellow member and we got talking whilst jack had gone to buy some ice cold refreshments. Anyway Jack came out with a bottle of water each and the fellow member began to chuckle stating 'one bottle in this weather, you must be kidding.' This annoyed jack as he isnt one for subtle humour. anyway we proceed to the first tee and wallop, we were off. And low and behold we reached the fifth tee and we here a big rumbling noise, then the heavens opened and a terrential downpour began. Problem is that on our course after the 2nd tee there are no big trees until the 9th. So us two lone rangers with no umbrella or waterproofs frantically leg it to the trees on the second. A little bit soaked but fine until jack notices his driver stricken on the 4th fairway. Not wanting to run and get it he thought he'd leave it until the rain eased off.

After about 10 minutes of tropical rainstorms the sun peered out and we could continue our round. So with nothing to clean our selves off with walked back out. Jack picked up his driver, wiped it on his top and headed to the 5th. Thnking nothing of it we played the hole and headed to the 6th. He got his driver out and was thinking easy driver or hybrid? Driver! After one practice swing he set up aiming dead centre, and after an almighty swing the ball was away, but something else was to, his driver! It seemed like a slow motion movie shot as he watched his driver fly over a small tree and onto the branch hanging off the other side. Laying directly beneath him was a water hazard- overflowing from the downpour may I add.

So up he climbed onto the tree, with minimal friction from the rain water. Inch by inch getting closer to the club. As he walked across a frail looking branch he reached up to grab his pride and joy... Then CRUNCH, and a loud splash. And like the rain that fell from the sky he ferosiously plummeted into the lake, soaked from the chest downwards.

Let's just say he had the last laugh when we got back to the clubhouse and he handed the member from earlier his bottle of water and said 'i don't think I'll be needing this anymore.' the look on the members face as he watch jack trundle out dripping wet... Priceless! Haha
 
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About 3 months ago I was part of a 3 ball one afternoon, we played through one and two pretty quickly and eventually caught up with two women on the third tee. The rain had been sheeting it down from the beginning and I was surprised to actually see anyone else on the course but it was nice to see there are some people as crazy as us. Anyway, these women apologized for being slow, even though this was the first time they'd held us up. We had a quick chat under some tree's for some shelter, about the weather and they were asking about all my waterproof gear including my Macwet gloves which they had never seen or even heard of before. I gave them a glowing report and highly recommended them, but she was put off when I told her how much they cost. (Cheapskate)

Myself and my two playing partners took a few steps back to let them tee off, the first lady got her shot away nicely down the middle of the fairway. The second lady (the cheapskate) then sets up to her ball, had a couple of wiggles, and swung at this ball like she had just had an argument with it....she knobbed it about 20 feet in front of her but on her follow through, the club slipped out of her hand and was making a B line straight for my head! I ducked just in time with the club head narrowly shaving the top of my head and landing about 15 feet behind me, a nice shiny TaylorMade driver, bouncing on the pebbled pathway, scratching the life out of it in the process.

My heart was going like the clappers (it would have seriously hurt), my friends were trying their best to not fall over laughing, and the look on the womans face as she turned around to see it winging it's way past my head was a picture. Obviously she was extremely apologetic, looked distraught at the condition of her driver after picking it up and was very embarrassed.....to which I said....."A new driver is going to be a darn sight more expensive than a pair of Macwets". She laughed but I don't think it went down very well.
 
Just as the cold weather started I decided it was about time I bought some waterproof trousers. So thinking outside the box thought I'd kill two birds with one stone, £20 got me a new pair of ski pants in the sale, I was very chuffed. The labels said they were waterproof etc and had fleece lining so kept me nice a warm through the winter months! So far so good in the rain too, until it chucked it down when we were on the second. The heavens opened and didn't stop, as we walked down the par 3 7th I could feel the water running down my legs and my arse was soaked. By the time we finished the ninth I had to call it a day. The trousers were like a sponge and soaking up the water but the weight of them was making them impossible to walk in as they crept down past my waist and hips. By the time I got to the changing rooms I looked like a teenager with his arse hanging above his jeans! Sods law it stopped raining then too! This got me nervous everytime rain was forecast I can tell you!

Ps they did eventually make great ski trousers!
 
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The worst time ive played in the rain was in our Junior league county final, was up at Newmarket and it was a little drizzly by the time we started. "no worries" I though, waterproofs are in the bag and so are multiple towels. For being laughed at for bring my tour bag at the start by my mates, i was kinda glad i had it now!

anyway onto the golf, first few holes were ok, little drizzly and wind, but still no need for the brolley, just a top atm! then pretty much as soon as i stepped out from the cover next to the 4th tee, the heavens just open, literally by time i reached my ball on this hole, the fairways were just leaking water like nothing i have ever seen! having managed to get my weatherproofs on and brolley up just before i ventured off the tee, i thoought it was time to knuckle down and it will blow over soon.....it didnt blow over. This rain stayed for the whole round and if anything got heavier. The tour bag started leaking, my grips where soaked, i was soaked and my waterproofs might as well of been made out of paper! the only part of my that stayed dry were my toes, thanks Footjoy Sports :p even my bushnell that i had tucked into the bottom of my bag, inside my spare waterproof trouser i had, got soo wet it no longer breathes life! My playing patner throught out the game just looked at me and laughed to himself, he had his galvins on from the start and almost knew this weather was cooming! he ended up winning 4&5, and all that was left was a long soggy sit down in the bar afterwards watching him go up in his dry clothes to accept his prize!

Moral of the story: BUY GALVIN GREEN TO WIN!
 
My story is somewhat different from the usual got soaked playing in the rain type of tale, I was playing Deer Park at Livingston with my brother on a Sunday afternoon whilst early in the round it started raining, no problem out with the waterproofs and on we go but the glove and my grip starts slipping as its not a rain glove so i decide to take it off and cant believe how well i play with no glove probably my best round on that course. So from that day forward i decided that a golf glove was not for me.
 
I remember a June day last year that was the first round of our summer series ( 8 medals over the summer, 4 best scores to count)
We were due to tee off early and so had got to the club and its absolutelypeeing it down. Both my partner and i decided to kit up and go for it thinking it would ease. It didnt!!! By the turn it was still raining cats and dogs and as the waterproofs had leaked decided to carry on in shirt sleeves. My partner Nr'd about the 13th but i soldiered on as I was round a bout handicap. When we got in and rewrote the cards as they too had been ruined by water, I had scored a net 71 ( par 72 ) We posted the cards and thought no more of it.
The next morning when the results were posted it turned out that only my partner and I had ventured out and I was the only one to finish.

This was made even better by the fact that in September I won the summer series by 1 shot. If i had quit or NR'd on that wet day I would have lost out onthe title and my name on the board and trophy. That round could have been so much more bearable had I had decent waterproofs such as GG, unfortunately with a young family funds d not allow me to by that kind of quality.
 
I really want ScottJD to post his story, as he's got a videoclip with evidence and I p*ss myself every time I see it! :rofl:

come on, Scott... as we discussed....! ;)
 
My story happened a few years ago on a family holiday in Cornwall during the Christmas break. Having recently taken the game up and keen as mustard I had pestered my dad to take our clubs and try and get a round in at some point. The cold and wet would be no barrier as I had my thick woolly jumper and school-issue cagoule which came in a handy bum bag arrangement with belt. Eventually, my dad gave in and we made our way to Perranporth GC on a breezy, and biting cold afternoon. The first few holes were negotiated without a problem although the chill wind was having a debilitating effect on our game as any extremity not covered was in danger of freezing up and dropping off.

We then saw the rain, coming in off the sea with menace. We had reached about fourth or fifth hole so were totally exposed and about as far away from the clubhouse as possible when the first spots of rain were felt. No problem, I thought, unfurling my cagoule ready to throw over my head although something caught my eye when I was pulling it on. I could see daylight and holding the jacket up it looked like a big blue tea bag. It then dawned on me that the last time I had worn it had been bonfire night, and all the small embers floating down had burnt hundreds of tiny holes on the (probably) highly flammable material.

The rain was, by now, sheeting down and I bunged the cagoule on and immediately felt the water soaking into my thick woolly jumper. By the time we abandoned the game and trudged slowly back to the clubhouse my jumper had taken on so much water that the arms sagged below my hands and the hem was nearing my knees. In the sanctuary of the changing rooms we disrobed and I can honestly say it was the fist time I have had to wring out my underwear. We didn’t have a change of clothes so with the cagoule deposited in the bin, we had to put all the soaking clothes back on, get in the car and take the silent drive back to our holiday chalet.
 
I joined a club in my home city last year and at first with not knowing many members and just starting out I would be seen quite often going around the course on my own working on my game.

At almost the furthest point away from the clubhouse (14th) the heavens opened and I struggled to get my suit on (Cross brand) which I had purchased on-line and hadn't worn before. I couldn't get my shoes through the trousers so abandoned those and then the jacket felt too tight but I persevered.

My 2nd shot down the 15th heading back towards the clubhouse rolled into a stream and was clearly visible right at the front down the bank.

The rain was still persistent and with carrying my bag along with a tight uncomfortable jacket I proceeded to step onto the bank sideways and reach for the ball with a wedge to flick it up to the bank! Why I didn't take my bag off I'll never know or understand but I lost my footing and fell fully into the stream!

I was absolutely soaked from head to toe, covered in mud, bag was full of water and I watched my new cap and a head cover float down stream out of reach and sight!

After scrambling out up the muddy bank on my hands & knees which with all the rain was now even worse, I was thoroughly embarrassed and couldn't bring myself to go back to the clubhouse, especially being such a new member.

As such by the 15th green there was a public walkway which I went down, I telephoned my wife to collect me from a nearby housing estate and take me home. I know she wanted to ask, but she never did, we just drove in silence.

I collected my car later that day and told nobody, until now.

I still have the suit, can't wear the trousers and are just sat in my locker, the jackets too tight and is never worn so I just have a light weight shower jacket now and use an umbrella at times.

Looked at suits but my experience of shopping on-line for clothing didn't work last time so I will never do again.

If I had invested in your brand and if I had purchased a correct size, would it have kept me dry?
 
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