Smiffy
Grand Slam Winner
Quite a few years ago I was invited to play in a motor trade corporate day at Foxhills GC in Surrey. I didn't know anybody there except the guy that invited me. Stableford in teams of 4 with the best 3 scores to count.
At the time I was playing off 12, and was put in a team with 3x28 handicappers. I've nothing against 28 handicappers, I love a bit of banter, and as a bonus some of them can be quite handy, but none of these 3 guys had ever played golf in their life. They had just come along in the hope of making some new business contacts.
One turned up on the 1st tee playing in a brown leather bomber jacket, (unzipped and flapping around), with a hired set of clubs, the other two had borrowed clubs from their golfing friends. As a team, we scored 38 points. I had 32 of them if memory serves me correctly.
I'll normally help looking for golf balls, no problem. But after about 7 or 8 holes I had given up. "Where did that one go?" I heard with alarming regularity. Eventually I was thinking to myself "Who gives a flying XXXX"...I have never been so despondent on a golf course in my life. I tried to keep my game going but basically lost the will to live. Had to stay for the prize giving as the mate who had invited me needed a lift home. Anybody else suffered?????????
At the time I was playing off 12, and was put in a team with 3x28 handicappers. I've nothing against 28 handicappers, I love a bit of banter, and as a bonus some of them can be quite handy, but none of these 3 guys had ever played golf in their life. They had just come along in the hope of making some new business contacts.
One turned up on the 1st tee playing in a brown leather bomber jacket, (unzipped and flapping around), with a hired set of clubs, the other two had borrowed clubs from their golfing friends. As a team, we scored 38 points. I had 32 of them if memory serves me correctly.
I'll normally help looking for golf balls, no problem. But after about 7 or 8 holes I had given up. "Where did that one go?" I heard with alarming regularity. Eventually I was thinking to myself "Who gives a flying XXXX"...I have never been so despondent on a golf course in my life. I tried to keep my game going but basically lost the will to live. Had to stay for the prize giving as the mate who had invited me needed a lift home. Anybody else suffered?????????