Tiger
Money List Winner
Morning chaps. I have to say it's all got a bit doom and gloom on here of late, even when people are winning (Oddsocks I'm looking at you pal). I feel especially sorry for poor old Imran after his recent post. Suicidal? It's only golf fella! Nice to see in true forum spirit a few people have gone all Monty Python to help console the poor chap. "Snap hooks? You were lucky! I'm hooking the ball so badly it boomerangs behind me!"
Anyway enough of that and on to the point of this thread. My new relaxed persona on the course means I'm actually striking the ball pretty well. My putting isn't too shabby either, though I do have the tendency to leave myself some tricky second putts! Now as I'm a handicap player (and a high one at that) something has to go wrong to balance out this form (or I'd be getting pretty bored shooting level par or lower every week
). So in true golfing fashion my short game has gone to pieces, probably because I haven't been practicing it at all.
Nonetheless I've got a big fat smile on my face as I don't have to go to football training in the cold and tipping rain and do a fecking bleep test. And if I do venture onto the course I can so in enough gear to go deep sea fishing and still stay dry (love goretex!)
So with all that in mind here's to not caring about my scores, to just getting out there and whacking a ball about, to laughing at pitch shots that drop, stop and bury themselves on the green, to getting relief from greenside bunkers because they are full of water, to coming 2nd in a stableford with 33pts rather than coming 6th with 43. Here's to the steamed up windows in the bar as we share a drink with another crazy fool who strides off the 18th wetter than a mermaid's......, here's to a nip of whisky between holes to ward off the cold and the inspired semi drunk relaxed golf that follows, here's to fun format competitions and driving shortened par fours in one. Here's to hitting divots further than the ball and confessing to your mate that it's not the rain but you are crying with laughter. Here's to the long snaking putt that seems to be destined to drop for an improbable birdie only to stop dead in it's tracks four inches before the hole because of an invisible puddle. And finally here's to preferred lies so that the beautiful drive you have crushed down the middle of the fairway isn't punished when it lands in an unrepaired divot.
Let's have no expectations. Let's just have fun!
Anyway enough of that and on to the point of this thread. My new relaxed persona on the course means I'm actually striking the ball pretty well. My putting isn't too shabby either, though I do have the tendency to leave myself some tricky second putts! Now as I'm a handicap player (and a high one at that) something has to go wrong to balance out this form (or I'd be getting pretty bored shooting level par or lower every week
). So in true golfing fashion my short game has gone to pieces, probably because I haven't been practicing it at all. Nonetheless I've got a big fat smile on my face as I don't have to go to football training in the cold and tipping rain and do a fecking bleep test. And if I do venture onto the course I can so in enough gear to go deep sea fishing and still stay dry (love goretex!)
So with all that in mind here's to not caring about my scores, to just getting out there and whacking a ball about, to laughing at pitch shots that drop, stop and bury themselves on the green, to getting relief from greenside bunkers because they are full of water
, to coming 2nd in a stableford with 33pts rather than coming 6th with 43. Here's to the steamed up windows in the bar as we share a drink with another crazy fool who strides off the 18th wetter than a mermaid's......, here's to a nip of whisky between holes to ward off the cold and the inspired semi drunk relaxed golf that follows, here's to fun format competitions and driving shortened par fours in one. Here's to hitting divots further than the ball and confessing to your mate that it's not the rain but you are crying with laughter. Here's to the long snaking putt that seems to be destined to drop for an improbable birdie only to stop dead in it's tracks four inches before the hole because of an invisible puddle. And finally here's to preferred lies so that the beautiful drive you have crushed down the middle of the fairway isn't punished when it lands in an unrepaired divot. Let's have no expectations. Let's just have fun!
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