Dave Ireland said:
Howya Irish, yup just how I'd imagine a #5 handicap links golfer to hit! Gotta say that you seem to get thru the ball very well, nice weight transfer, maintain a nice wide swing arc too ....
BTW Congrats on getting to the final of Junior Cup ... Lucan just too strong in the end ? -- Da Dubs
Jes, Dave
It was closer than it looked on paper. We were up on three matches after 12 holes. Our #1 and 4 men got tanked. But #2,3 and 5 were all a few holes up. The swinger was match 2. Our man, a budding star at just (turned) 15, was 2 up with 3 to go. The Lucan man finished birdie, par, birdie to finish and win 1 up, having never been ahead. He hit a massive 5 iron onto the last, a downwind par 5, which I'll bet was the shot of the day. there was about 200 people watching him, so firl play. Some shot down the wire. The other 2 matches were called in (hence 0.5 point each) and final score line 4-1.
The course suited them as well. A tight tree lined course, playing 6,750 yards in fairly wet conditions. It was in stark contrast to PS which doesn't boast many trees.
In fairness they looked like a team possessed, all over 6ft, like a team of Rugby players. All mid 20s, lean, mean, etc. They weren't overly friendly in any of the matches, but I can understand that. First time for them in 107 years, so fairs fair. (Portstewart won it in 1973).
I was almost asked to play in the final. Our #4 man got beaten 8&7 in the semis and his bottle went. He couldn't hit the side of a bus with a beachball in the final (+16 for 13 holes), the poor guy. Even worse, I was carrying his bag. He started duffing it, chips, putts etc. He was in tears afterwards. To be honest I didn't really feel like being thrown in at the deep end, and that's the way the captain felt, so no complaints. I wasn't even expecting to be asked to be reserve.
But all in it was a great week. We stayed in Fitzpatricks in Bunratty, ate and drank like Lords and I got playing 3 times during the week. The weather could have been kinder, but hey, you can't have everything.
There's always next year.
