hors limite
Assistant Pro
After weeks and months and years on the receiving end of snide and sneering comments about seniors, here goes.
We are not a homogeneous group.
I am part of a regular four ball of a certain age. We liken ourselves to the Minis, Minors, Imps of our youth. As soon as you fix one thing, something else conks out. Sod limping through 18, we drive buggies.
On the course, we are there to play golf. No yacking on the tee. When it's your turn to play, you had better be ready. No elaborate pre- shot, no aimpoint, no faffing about. Emotional attachment to your golf balls is verboten. If you've launched it into the deep cabbage, it's gone. If you are racking up a cricket score on a hole, pick up.
If you catch us up ( it doesn't happen very often) , you will be let through. We prefer to tee off on the next hole together, it seems to speed the transition. If you don't let us through ,with a clear field in front, you will still be treated affably but will remain forever on our Sh** List.
Rules. We take a relaxed approach to relief from cavernous divots, bare and stony lies in bunkers and wrist wrenching tree roots, but don't ever take the Mickey. No ridiculous gimmies.
We are all late teens h/caps and whichever parings are evenly matched, often going to the eighteenth. We don't like to lose. which creates a noticeable tension in the air. Nevertheless, as we leave the finishing hole, we treat the result with an apparent Kiplingesque equanimity. Crowing is not allowed. Pi** taking is.
Divots are replaced, pitch marks, many more than our own, are repaired. Our buggies avoid worn and damaged areas and steer well clear of tees and greens.
At the nineteenth, we are tolerant of each others foibles but any rambling anecdotes about sick pets, venal vets, beloved grandchildren, backhanded artisans and the rest will be cut short. A quick interjection about Crawley's latest cock up usually works. We despise, in no particular order, Trump, Brexit, Farage and Boris.
We enjoy our golf and mixing with other golfers of all ages. Without doubt, it is good for physical and mental heath.
Well, there we are then. Not every senior is the same, no more than a golfer in any other age group. Please don't sneer and snipe at the group of which I am part. It might occur to you that, if you are lucky, time will eventually allow you to join the seniors yourself.
We are not a homogeneous group.
I am part of a regular four ball of a certain age. We liken ourselves to the Minis, Minors, Imps of our youth. As soon as you fix one thing, something else conks out. Sod limping through 18, we drive buggies.
On the course, we are there to play golf. No yacking on the tee. When it's your turn to play, you had better be ready. No elaborate pre- shot, no aimpoint, no faffing about. Emotional attachment to your golf balls is verboten. If you've launched it into the deep cabbage, it's gone. If you are racking up a cricket score on a hole, pick up.
If you catch us up ( it doesn't happen very often) , you will be let through. We prefer to tee off on the next hole together, it seems to speed the transition. If you don't let us through ,with a clear field in front, you will still be treated affably but will remain forever on our Sh** List.
Rules. We take a relaxed approach to relief from cavernous divots, bare and stony lies in bunkers and wrist wrenching tree roots, but don't ever take the Mickey. No ridiculous gimmies.
We are all late teens h/caps and whichever parings are evenly matched, often going to the eighteenth. We don't like to lose. which creates a noticeable tension in the air. Nevertheless, as we leave the finishing hole, we treat the result with an apparent Kiplingesque equanimity. Crowing is not allowed. Pi** taking is.
Divots are replaced, pitch marks, many more than our own, are repaired. Our buggies avoid worn and damaged areas and steer well clear of tees and greens.
At the nineteenth, we are tolerant of each others foibles but any rambling anecdotes about sick pets, venal vets, beloved grandchildren, backhanded artisans and the rest will be cut short. A quick interjection about Crawley's latest cock up usually works. We despise, in no particular order, Trump, Brexit, Farage and Boris.
We enjoy our golf and mixing with other golfers of all ages. Without doubt, it is good for physical and mental heath.
Well, there we are then. Not every senior is the same, no more than a golfer in any other age group. Please don't sneer and snipe at the group of which I am part. It might occur to you that, if you are lucky, time will eventually allow you to join the seniors yourself.
