- Sep 1, 2004
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Its a bloody cruel game, this old thing called golf.
I played in our Club championship last Saturday, 36 holes off the back tips. At stake? The final place on the club's All Ireland Junior Cup team, finals being played next week. In the most amazing draw in the history of golf I was drawn with the Team Captain and the other guy going for the final place. I actually thought "Game on". I've been striking the ball well, I had practised a lot the previous week. The weather was good and I got off to a solid start, feeling good.
Out in 37 (+1) in the morning only to come back in 46 (+10) for a dismal 83. In the afternoon it got worse going out in 47 (+11) only to come back in 35 (-1) for another dismal 82. 165 total and total humiliation, finishing 15 shots behind the winner. Worst thing was I had an 8 (+4), and 2x7s (+3) as well as four doubles. So I was +18 for 7 holes and only +3 for the rest. And to blame? Poor judgement, bad luck and horrible concentration. Take out those bad 7 holes and I actually played well, but I guess you are not allowed to do that.
To make matters worse, my team-mate shot 80 in the morning only to follow it with a 74. He played great in the afternoon and deserves his place on the team. But while he was firing in the birdies I was running up a cricket score. All the time the team captain was making mental notes. That was hard. In actual fact it was the best way to make the decision, but I'm totally gutted that I choked when put under the spotlight. However I didn't curse, throw a club or have any rage tantrums, so I was proud of myself on that count. Just a bad day at the office. Thanks be to Christ I don't do it for a living. I'm still travelling to the finals as a reserve, which should be great craic, but in the end who wants to be a reserve, right?
Anyway, ya gotta take the bad with the good, so I gotta put it behind me.
Sorry for boring you all, just thought I'd share my experiences.
I played in our Club championship last Saturday, 36 holes off the back tips. At stake? The final place on the club's All Ireland Junior Cup team, finals being played next week. In the most amazing draw in the history of golf I was drawn with the Team Captain and the other guy going for the final place. I actually thought "Game on". I've been striking the ball well, I had practised a lot the previous week. The weather was good and I got off to a solid start, feeling good.
Out in 37 (+1) in the morning only to come back in 46 (+10) for a dismal 83. In the afternoon it got worse going out in 47 (+11) only to come back in 35 (-1) for another dismal 82. 165 total and total humiliation, finishing 15 shots behind the winner. Worst thing was I had an 8 (+4), and 2x7s (+3) as well as four doubles. So I was +18 for 7 holes and only +3 for the rest. And to blame? Poor judgement, bad luck and horrible concentration. Take out those bad 7 holes and I actually played well, but I guess you are not allowed to do that.
To make matters worse, my team-mate shot 80 in the morning only to follow it with a 74. He played great in the afternoon and deserves his place on the team. But while he was firing in the birdies I was running up a cricket score. All the time the team captain was making mental notes. That was hard. In actual fact it was the best way to make the decision, but I'm totally gutted that I choked when put under the spotlight. However I didn't curse, throw a club or have any rage tantrums, so I was proud of myself on that count. Just a bad day at the office. Thanks be to Christ I don't do it for a living. I'm still travelling to the finals as a reserve, which should be great craic, but in the end who wants to be a reserve, right?
Anyway, ya gotta take the bad with the good, so I gotta put it behind me.
Sorry for boring you all, just thought I'd share my experiences.