richart
Major Champion
Played a foursomes knockout match last night. Not going well, but had clawed our way back from four down to two down with three to play. My partner to drive, and I walk down the hole to wait for his tee shot. He is usually very straight off the tee, but just in case I stand well into the rough, and stand my carry bag on an old path thirty yards from the fairway, and well behind a normal drive.
His half topped tee shot then lands thirty yards short of where I am standing, and starts to roll slowly down the path. Like a rabbit in the headlights I watch as the ball gently gets closer to my bag. A geriatric hamster would have had time to react, but not me. Just as the ball seems to have stopped it takes one more roll and nestles perfectly against my bag.
His half topped tee shot then lands thirty yards short of where I am standing, and starts to roll slowly down the path. Like a rabbit in the headlights I watch as the ball gently gets closer to my bag. A geriatric hamster would have had time to react, but not me. Just as the ball seems to have stopped it takes one more roll and nestles perfectly against my bag.