USER1999
Grand Slam Winner
Finally played my 100th course yesterday, Crews Hill in Enfield. The course was designed by Harry Colt in the 1920s, and is a very nice layout, the back nine particularly. I didn't realise until I got home and updated my list that I had hit 3 figures.
I shot a manky 10 over par, which involved a lot of up and downs, as my iron play is atrocious at the moment, and came 3rd on a count back after 2 others shot 37 points too. On the other hand, I don't think my play deserved a win, so fair play to the others who thought they played well.
Unfortunately I missed the high light of the day, when my Fathers group were playing the par 3 tenth. This is a nice par 3, about 160 yards, from an elevated tee to a green across a stream. Two of the guys laid up short, and one airmailed it. Richard managed to top his second into the stream, where upon my old man pulls out his trusty ball retriever, and gets it back out.
Richard then tops it back into the stream.
Dad stands on the edge, looking to retrieve it again when the bank gives way, leaving him making the human bridge across the stream, feet on one side, hands on the far bank. Not bad for a 76 year old, impressive core stability. The other playing partner, Mike, jumps into the stream to help Dad out, and they both emerge plastered in mud.
Now, where was Richard in all this?
Wetting himself laughing, that's where.
I shot a manky 10 over par, which involved a lot of up and downs, as my iron play is atrocious at the moment, and came 3rd on a count back after 2 others shot 37 points too. On the other hand, I don't think my play deserved a win, so fair play to the others who thought they played well.
Unfortunately I missed the high light of the day, when my Fathers group were playing the par 3 tenth. This is a nice par 3, about 160 yards, from an elevated tee to a green across a stream. Two of the guys laid up short, and one airmailed it. Richard managed to top his second into the stream, where upon my old man pulls out his trusty ball retriever, and gets it back out.
Richard then tops it back into the stream.
Dad stands on the edge, looking to retrieve it again when the bank gives way, leaving him making the human bridge across the stream, feet on one side, hands on the far bank. Not bad for a 76 year old, impressive core stability. The other playing partner, Mike, jumps into the stream to help Dad out, and they both emerge plastered in mud.
Now, where was Richard in all this?
Wetting himself laughing, that's where.
