JohnnyDee
Tour Winner
We've all done it. Nailed our Sunday best with the big stick knowing that it's now only going to be a simple 9-iron to the green.
We leave the tee chattering happily to our PPs about the upcoming new season of Game of Thrones as we approach our ball happy in the knowledge that we're a shoe-in for a par, but with a real opportunity for a birdie.
Then we spot it. Our ball is slap-bang in the middle of the deepest old divot and suddenly our sunny disposition evaporates. Two weeks earlier with "Winter rules" in force we could've picked and placed and set the ball up on a nice piece of lush turf. But now...now... Now we have to play the flaming thing as it lies!
But as 'golfers' do we take this stoically on the chin and smile benignly, happy in the knowledge that this 'rub of the green' is what separates our chosen game from the run of the mill mainstream vulgar pastimes that others indulge in.
Or perhaps do we suddenly hate those old and ancient rule-makers with a passion that can scarcely be concealed, a passion that may want to make us to smash £80 quids worth of value off our Powakaddy with our 9-iron.
I am placidity personified until such an unfair (IMO) dilemma rears its ugly head. And when faced with the challenge I have been known to fail the test 😒
But what about you. Are some of our rules simply character-building or else just plain stupid?
We leave the tee chattering happily to our PPs about the upcoming new season of Game of Thrones as we approach our ball happy in the knowledge that we're a shoe-in for a par, but with a real opportunity for a birdie.
Then we spot it. Our ball is slap-bang in the middle of the deepest old divot and suddenly our sunny disposition evaporates. Two weeks earlier with "Winter rules" in force we could've picked and placed and set the ball up on a nice piece of lush turf. But now...now... Now we have to play the flaming thing as it lies!
But as 'golfers' do we take this stoically on the chin and smile benignly, happy in the knowledge that this 'rub of the green' is what separates our chosen game from the run of the mill mainstream vulgar pastimes that others indulge in.
Or perhaps do we suddenly hate those old and ancient rule-makers with a passion that can scarcely be concealed, a passion that may want to make us to smash £80 quids worth of value off our Powakaddy with our 9-iron.
I am placidity personified until such an unfair (IMO) dilemma rears its ugly head. And when faced with the challenge I have been known to fail the test 😒
But what about you. Are some of our rules simply character-building or else just plain stupid?
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