So it was the club championship this weekend. I'm not exactly sure why I decided to play. This is the playground for all the club's top players, you know the dudes off scratch and 1-2 h/cs. 36 holes from the tips didn't exactly appeal given that I have been playing like a dog for the last 6 weeks. And the forecast for strong winds playing on a dried out course didn't improve my confidence before kick-off.
Anyway the sun was shining, I thought what the hell. If I shot a terrible score in the morning I would graciously retire (or feign injury) to avoid further embarrassment in the afternoon. I was drawn with a really nice young guy, who holds the current course record. I was happy to play with him and watch the dude strike a ball. So off we set at 8.20am.
The only problem was that the stupid bastard head greenskeeper thought it would make it a bit more challenging to put some of the pins in impossible positions. At least 5 of the pins were placed on slopes of the most exposed greens, making it a bit like Crazy Golf. I cannot understand the logic of this guy. All he had to do was see the forecast for strong winds. If he had put the pins in the easy parts of the greens it still would have been tough. But no! This guy is a dick!
So anyway I shot an 81 in the morning. I enjoyed it, and hit some fantastic shots. But despite striking the ball great I was cursing my luck with the flatstick and thinking that I had blown my chances. Only to find that I was lying forth in the clubhouse. There were stories of 5 putts, balls blowing off greens, etc. Last year's club champion had a 10 on 17!! The best score in the morning was a 77, the next best were 2 x 80s.
So I decided to continue in the afternoon, thinking I had a chance of a top 10 finish. The afternoon seemed to get worse (ie windier). To give you an example of just how windy I played the 7th hole as follows. It was a dogleg 500 yard par 5 playing into the wind. I hit a good drive but ran out of fairway. As it was not far enough up the dog-leg, I had to punch a 6 iron out to the 150 yard marker. Turns out I had 170 to the pin directly into the teeth of it. I nailed my Sonartec 3 wood which never rose above 20ft and tracked the pin like an Exocet missile (my shot of the day) and ended up 10 ft below the hole. My first putt stopped 6 inches short of the hole and then the wind blew it back down past where I originally was leaving me a 20 ft putt for par!! What the fxxx!! Again with my next putt I was just short, but this time I ran up behind the ball and just as it came to a rest I marked it, before it had a chance to blow down again!!!! I managed to salvage a 6!
And I was chipping from 40 yards after my drive on the 420 yard 18th (downwind!). Still managed to make bogey!!!
Anyway I finished with an 84, and don't recall many bad shots. I had 3 doubles which resulted from missing greens. My playing partner seemed to strike the ball great too, albeit he did have a few wayward tee shots that cost him dearly. Although I hit the ball really solidly off the tee and didn't make many bad swings I felt I got a "good kicking" from the course. I misjudged a few shots down the wind and that seemed to cost me dearly. I can't recall playing in such difficult conditions! TRICKED UP!
Slightly deflated I headed home and told the wife I had screwed up. Only to discover that night that I finished 2nd!!! The young guy who shot a 77 in the morning followed that with a 78 winning by 10 clear shots from the field. In the circumstances, it was an incredible score. Yours truly came in second on 165 with 2 shots to spare over the guy in 3rd.
The tournament was declared non-counting for handicap purposes as not enough of the field completed. But imagine shooting +21 for 36 holes and finishing SECOND in the premier tournament in the club!! It certainly put a smile back on my face, and strengthened my resolve to never give up! And ima gonna get me a nice voucher!!
Irish Golfer is back!!!
