Tashyboy
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Played today and shot 33 points in me first 18 hole comp, tees were as far back as God can put them and it was tough, and I mean SAS tough. My 33 points could of been 40 or 30, winning it was 34 points when I left, but half way through I looked at a PP and he was in a bad place. A real bad place. His driving, irons and all his game was dire. And he plays off 15. I did not know what to say to him without patronising him. Or more importantly when to say it.
On the 15th I sank a par putt which was straight outta amen corner history. It was the best putt of my life. He was chuffed for me, but still he was on his knees.
On the 16th he hit a dire drive again and stood over his ball for his second, 237 yd to the back pin with the wind in his face, up hill. He hit a screamer with his three wood. We got to the green eventually and his ball was 3 ft from the pin. Straight and uphill. That putt could of been 30 ft by the time he had hit it and it had dropped.
Bloody hell I was as chuffed as he was. We took the P out of another PP coz he was the only one sat on the birdie settee up til then.
When it had gone quiet. I walked up to him, put me arm around him and said" Baghead, I know we play in a four ball, but don't you think golf is a lonely sport at times". " ****ing lonely" he says, "****ing lonely, if I could kick **** outta meself I would, ****ing games killing me".
We had a laugh, and how we laughed. Normal service was resumed at the last two holes and he was dire. But.
Have you ever thought that the game you love, gets you out with your pals, takes you to some of the most beautiful places in the world, gives you some of the greatest sporting memories ever, is the loneliest sport in the world.
Thoughts please.
On the 15th I sank a par putt which was straight outta amen corner history. It was the best putt of my life. He was chuffed for me, but still he was on his knees.
On the 16th he hit a dire drive again and stood over his ball for his second, 237 yd to the back pin with the wind in his face, up hill. He hit a screamer with his three wood. We got to the green eventually and his ball was 3 ft from the pin. Straight and uphill. That putt could of been 30 ft by the time he had hit it and it had dropped.
Bloody hell I was as chuffed as he was. We took the P out of another PP coz he was the only one sat on the birdie settee up til then.
When it had gone quiet. I walked up to him, put me arm around him and said" Baghead, I know we play in a four ball, but don't you think golf is a lonely sport at times". " ****ing lonely" he says, "****ing lonely, if I could kick **** outta meself I would, ****ing games killing me".
We had a laugh, and how we laughed. Normal service was resumed at the last two holes and he was dire. But.
Have you ever thought that the game you love, gets you out with your pals, takes you to some of the most beautiful places in the world, gives you some of the greatest sporting memories ever, is the loneliest sport in the world.
Thoughts please.
