Tiger
Money List Winner
No this is not a final message before I trek off to Thermopolae with 299 of my Spartan brothers, so those looking for tales of a Persian massacre I'm afraid you must look elsewhere...
Hit a drive today on our 5th hole which is pretty long 580ish yards and hit an absolute beauty. Right out of the screws, penetrating flight, beautiful soft draw, a veritable gale behind me, a good bounce (especially as we'd had a bit of rain) and that extra little bit of oomph you give a drive when your timing's good.
Walking down the fairway and I can't see it and starting to fear it might be one of those vanished in the middle of the fairway jobs when quite some way in the distance I spy a little ball like speck in the middle of the fairway. It can't have gone that far surely...? But low and behold it is my ball and I start to get a little bit excited that perhaps I've finally joined the 300 yard club. Palms a little sweaty, breathing a touch erratic I wait for my GPS to settle and push the measure button.
After what seems like an eternity my numbers appear in the top right corner. The first digit brings instant disappointment 2. So literally just hit my Sunday best and still nowhere near the likes of Swinger, Pieman, JustOne et al.
For the record it was 295 but the most important fact is that I missed the green short with a fat wedge (Pelz clockface is pointless if you have a poor strike), hit a rubbish chip and two putted for a bogey. What. A. Knob!
Hit a drive today on our 5th hole which is pretty long 580ish yards and hit an absolute beauty. Right out of the screws, penetrating flight, beautiful soft draw, a veritable gale behind me, a good bounce (especially as we'd had a bit of rain) and that extra little bit of oomph you give a drive when your timing's good.
Walking down the fairway and I can't see it and starting to fear it might be one of those vanished in the middle of the fairway jobs when quite some way in the distance I spy a little ball like speck in the middle of the fairway. It can't have gone that far surely...? But low and behold it is my ball and I start to get a little bit excited that perhaps I've finally joined the 300 yard club. Palms a little sweaty, breathing a touch erratic I wait for my GPS to settle and push the measure button.
After what seems like an eternity my numbers appear in the top right corner. The first digit brings instant disappointment 2. So literally just hit my Sunday best and still nowhere near the likes of Swinger, Pieman, JustOne et al.
For the record it was 295 but the most important fact is that I missed the green short with a fat wedge (Pelz clockface is pointless if you have a poor strike), hit a rubbish chip and two putted for a bogey. What. A. Knob!