But I sneaked out for another game this afternoon. 
Worked on the idea this morning that as I'd retired from golf, I might just as well pop into JJB as I was passing. Ok, not the best logic, but what the hey.
I was looking at their drivers and 3 woods, coz eventually I really have got to do something about mine. And I noticed there was a Titchy little Wilson driver there, all on it's own. It had about a 400cc/420cc head, 10.5 deg loft, and a shaft at least an inch shorter than every other driver in the shop.
And it was £20.
Basically it was somewhere between a 'proper' driver and an overgrown 3 wood. So I bought it. I know I shouldn't have, there's plenty more important stuff I could have put £20 to, but I got that little tingle when I picked it up. It needed a home, and it picked me.
So this afternoon I had to pop out for a quick 9 holer just to try it out. But they had a special on which basically meant £3 for the second 9 ( slightly different tees - same greens ).
Where possible I sneaked off the whites whenever I could get away with it, coz it made the course, as played, about 6000 yards - slightly more than last time out.
My micro driver played it's little heart out.
First time I used it was on the 3rd. About a 360 yard straight hole from the whites. My second shot was an 8I to the back fringe, which means the drive was about 230 yards, and straight as a die, to boot. I'll take that all day long at the moment.
The 4th is a short par 4 - dog leg, normally anything from two 6Is upwards, depending on which tee, and which direction the wind is blowing. I took another pop with MD ( must get her/him a proper name soon ) and left a 9I. Again dead straight. Again about 220.
My old slice came back on the 6th but I had plenty of space on the right to get away with it. Used MD again on the 8th and 9th. Two more crackers.
The rest of the first 9 was ok too. Round in 45, one 3 putt, one single putt.
Second 9 was totally different. SLOOOOW. A 3 ball in front of me being held up by a 2 ball in front of them. God knows what in front of that lot.
I took my time and started par, birdie, par ( gross, that is
It started to rain, and I have no waterproofs - lost when the old clubs were knicked.
Triple bogey from the trees, and a dropped ball ( unplayable ). 3 putt bogey from the fringe. Bogey.
Then I out Homered, Homer. Two quadruple bogies to finish.
My defence rests on the fact is was chucking it down, I was cold and wet. I couldn't grip the damned clubs. My swing disappeared. And it was so bloody slow. And I wasn't enjoying it any more. So that's par for the first 4 holes on the way back, and 13 over on the last 5. 48 on the way back. Add to the 45, and that's 93 in total.
TBH that's much more like it. Some good stuff and some blimmin' awful stuff.
But that makes me look forward to my next round - see if I can keep the good bits, and improve on the last 5 holes.
But roll on Chartham Park now ( hopefully ). I shouldn't emabarrass myself if I can drive like I did today, even if it's still darn short in reality.
And Chartham Park is a par 72, 6600 yarder, so I think breaking 100 on a strange course is going to be my target.
Tough. But doable. Bring it on
Oh and btw. Forgetting the final 2 holes, where all has been forgiven. MD had a go on 8 holes. One sliced into purfectly managable light rough. One pulled itself round the dogleg, avoiding the trees by inches, but getting a comparatively decent lie in the rough. The other 6 shots were all about the 220 - 225 region, and all dead straight. That's 75% on the short stuff with my Ickle Big Dog. And about 85% totally playable, including the one in the short rough.
I'll take that for the rest of the year, maybe.
Who says pride comes before a fall.
Worked on the idea this morning that as I'd retired from golf, I might just as well pop into JJB as I was passing. Ok, not the best logic, but what the hey.
I was looking at their drivers and 3 woods, coz eventually I really have got to do something about mine. And I noticed there was a Titchy little Wilson driver there, all on it's own. It had about a 400cc/420cc head, 10.5 deg loft, and a shaft at least an inch shorter than every other driver in the shop.
And it was £20.
Basically it was somewhere between a 'proper' driver and an overgrown 3 wood. So I bought it. I know I shouldn't have, there's plenty more important stuff I could have put £20 to, but I got that little tingle when I picked it up. It needed a home, and it picked me.
So this afternoon I had to pop out for a quick 9 holer just to try it out. But they had a special on which basically meant £3 for the second 9 ( slightly different tees - same greens ).
Where possible I sneaked off the whites whenever I could get away with it, coz it made the course, as played, about 6000 yards - slightly more than last time out.
My micro driver played it's little heart out.
First time I used it was on the 3rd. About a 360 yard straight hole from the whites. My second shot was an 8I to the back fringe, which means the drive was about 230 yards, and straight as a die, to boot. I'll take that all day long at the moment.
The 4th is a short par 4 - dog leg, normally anything from two 6Is upwards, depending on which tee, and which direction the wind is blowing. I took another pop with MD ( must get her/him a proper name soon ) and left a 9I. Again dead straight. Again about 220.
My old slice came back on the 6th but I had plenty of space on the right to get away with it. Used MD again on the 8th and 9th. Two more crackers.
The rest of the first 9 was ok too. Round in 45, one 3 putt, one single putt.
Second 9 was totally different. SLOOOOW. A 3 ball in front of me being held up by a 2 ball in front of them. God knows what in front of that lot.
I took my time and started par, birdie, par ( gross, that is
It started to rain, and I have no waterproofs - lost when the old clubs were knicked.
Triple bogey from the trees, and a dropped ball ( unplayable ). 3 putt bogey from the fringe. Bogey.
Then I out Homered, Homer. Two quadruple bogies to finish.
My defence rests on the fact is was chucking it down, I was cold and wet. I couldn't grip the damned clubs. My swing disappeared. And it was so bloody slow. And I wasn't enjoying it any more. So that's par for the first 4 holes on the way back, and 13 over on the last 5. 48 on the way back. Add to the 45, and that's 93 in total.
TBH that's much more like it. Some good stuff and some blimmin' awful stuff.
But that makes me look forward to my next round - see if I can keep the good bits, and improve on the last 5 holes.
But roll on Chartham Park now ( hopefully ). I shouldn't emabarrass myself if I can drive like I did today, even if it's still darn short in reality.
And Chartham Park is a par 72, 6600 yarder, so I think breaking 100 on a strange course is going to be my target.
Tough. But doable. Bring it on
Oh and btw. Forgetting the final 2 holes, where all has been forgiven. MD had a go on 8 holes. One sliced into purfectly managable light rough. One pulled itself round the dogleg, avoiding the trees by inches, but getting a comparatively decent lie in the rough. The other 6 shots were all about the 220 - 225 region, and all dead straight. That's 75% on the short stuff with my Ickle Big Dog. And about 85% totally playable, including the one in the short rough.
I'll take that for the rest of the year, maybe.
Who says pride comes before a fall.
