12 – Holes – do be more than ½ way to big ol’ 18io
Disgusted, Dismayed, Distraught, D-I-S-Q-U-A-L-I-F-I-E-D
So to-day we made the 1st step in our transition from wintery 9’s to summery 18’s (19’s even if the thirst does be on you like). It was a 12-Hole Competition but, due to a frosty wee morning, we were playing the temporaries. So off we brave little 36er 3-ball went to explore the less familiar and slightly longer course. And we three played well – drives were straightish and longish, fairway woods and irons got us within spitting distance of the temporaries and, best of all, we were delicately chipping (or even bumping and scudding) onto the temps. As we availed of the 2-putt rule, we were moving swiftly along the course with the minimum of strokes.
Alas, our inexperience assaulted us in a brutal way. One of our fellow lady members informed us at the 7th tee that the 2-putt temporary green rule applied only to Ladies’ 9-Hole, not to the 12-Hole.
Devastated and disqualified all in one. Ouch.
We carried on gamely and I was pleased that I transformed myself from Taz to Mutley in a mere millisecond and just rumbled around the course for a few moments until serene calmness descended again and my golfing buddies stopped looking scared.
The sun shone, my golfing trolley was morphing into a clothes horse, the course was beautiful and, as our scores were now completely irrelevant, we played beautifully. My golfing buddies had been availing of the golf lessons and L-Plater J had missed the final one due to an overseas trip, and she asked L-Plater H how the putting lesson had gone. We were on the temporary 11th green and it was L-Plater H’s putt. So she went through tres comprehensively how they had been told to formulate a putt. Her head stayed down, her practice pendulum swing was sublime, her golf ball was gleaming and shiny clean and her putt was perfect. In time to her running commentary the ball rolled straight into the hole and we went “hurrah”.
My putt was next, being fractionally nearer to the hole. I responded to the pressure of stepping up after Ms Perfect Putt with the good hair by standing straight over my ball and saying I was going to ignore all that and just putt as I normally would. I did, with my internal fingers crossed, and it worked – rolled straight in the hole. Howzat..
Spring is putt-putt-putting along as we’re
Golfing @ Garryhinch…