Bravo
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- Aug 27, 2004
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We have had just a stunning spring. It got firmly in the 60's the first week of March and has stayed between 65 - 81 since then. We only had two days of hot weather and I walked and carried on one of those and just about melted.
This week we've had superb weather with highs in the 70's under cloudless skies. I usually don't play during the week but decided to sneak in a late afternoon round. One of the guys in my regular group has 3:00 tee times every Thursday.
I told SWMBO that surely we could play in three to three and half hours and I would be home easily by 7:00. We had a foursome and got off right at 3:00. I love playing fast - you get in a rythim where everyone hits and the round flies by.
I am playing with a guy who is a ton of fun...he is the life of the party type - always cracking jokes..he is in the cart with me.
The other two guys are slow as hell. One of them does not play much golf and was all over the place...in the woods left and right. The other one is Mr. Deliberate. He stands over the ball for about ten seconds before taking his first practice swing. Then he stands over it for ten seconds before taking his second practice swing. Then another ten seconds before the shot.
The group ahead of us takes off and leaves us behind. I am aware we are slow and then I figure it out: the other guys in our group are playing Granny Golf. Player A hits his shot to the left side of the fairway and player B hits his to the right rough. They get in the cart and ride to player A's ball. Player B sits in the cart despite the fact that his ball is 25 yards away. He watches Mr. Deliberate go through his three swing routine and hit. And he waits while Mr. Deliberate puts his club in his bag. And then Mr. Deliberate takes the wheel and they drive the 25 yards over to player B's ball - and the process starts all over again.
This is frigging frying me mentally. On the front I was striking the ball better but got several bad breaks and was struggling. I was making bogey after bogey on a stunning weather day and was miserable. And to top it off - Mr. Deliberate and his partner were winning....I swear I was about to pack it in after nine.
We got to the back and I said to my partner that I was going to turn it on. I shot two over with one birdie and we got the bet back to even...but it took us 4:15 to play and I got home at 7:30.
I cannot understand grown men who play like this. It's maddening...
This week we've had superb weather with highs in the 70's under cloudless skies. I usually don't play during the week but decided to sneak in a late afternoon round. One of the guys in my regular group has 3:00 tee times every Thursday.
I told SWMBO that surely we could play in three to three and half hours and I would be home easily by 7:00. We had a foursome and got off right at 3:00. I love playing fast - you get in a rythim where everyone hits and the round flies by.
I am playing with a guy who is a ton of fun...he is the life of the party type - always cracking jokes..he is in the cart with me.
The other two guys are slow as hell. One of them does not play much golf and was all over the place...in the woods left and right. The other one is Mr. Deliberate. He stands over the ball for about ten seconds before taking his first practice swing. Then he stands over it for ten seconds before taking his second practice swing. Then another ten seconds before the shot.
The group ahead of us takes off and leaves us behind. I am aware we are slow and then I figure it out: the other guys in our group are playing Granny Golf. Player A hits his shot to the left side of the fairway and player B hits his to the right rough. They get in the cart and ride to player A's ball. Player B sits in the cart despite the fact that his ball is 25 yards away. He watches Mr. Deliberate go through his three swing routine and hit. And he waits while Mr. Deliberate puts his club in his bag. And then Mr. Deliberate takes the wheel and they drive the 25 yards over to player B's ball - and the process starts all over again.
This is frigging frying me mentally. On the front I was striking the ball better but got several bad breaks and was struggling. I was making bogey after bogey on a stunning weather day and was miserable. And to top it off - Mr. Deliberate and his partner were winning....I swear I was about to pack it in after nine.
We got to the back and I said to my partner that I was going to turn it on. I shot two over with one birdie and we got the bet back to even...but it took us 4:15 to play and I got home at 7:30.
I cannot understand grown men who play like this. It's maddening...