As you may remember, I was scheduled to play a tournament using only four clubs. I sought advice from the DFO Commentists and settled on the following four clubs:
- 5 Wood
- 7 Iron
- Pitching Wedge
- Putter
I ended up shooting an even 100!
This was a satisfyingly good result! As you know, my goal has been to break 100. Since I’ve already done that, the goal now is to shoot in the 90s consistently. I’m getting there!
I really enjoyed the challenge of using only four clubs. Having gone through it, I’ve some conclusions:
- Sometimes it’s better to take away choices. Being limited to only four clubs, I had to make strategic decisions to set myself up for the next shot. That’s an advanced way of playing golf.
- I have found it is better to play golf without overthinking. You can translate that as “it is better to play golf while drinking alcohol”. Seriously, the golf club lube was doing good work.
- You can play good golf without hitting the ball really far.
- Smooth is Fast. Slow is Good. A smooth and controlled swing will hit the ball straighter and farther than trying to kill it. That’s a huge lesson.
The round did not count towards my handicap as we rotated through the tees. We started on White, then went to Blue and then Red. The handicap for the competition was based on the White tees, but it was not “official”.
The round started really well as I got a Bogey 5 on the Par 4 first. I actually got a 5 on the first five holes!
The Abominable Snowman appeared in the Par 5 sixth followed by a terrible 6 on the Par 3 eight. Despite that, I scored an even 50 on the front nine.
Not too shabby.
The Back Nine is where I usually play best. After four holes, I was behind my pace, but I got a legitimate par on the Par 3 14th. I had a ten foot putt for birdie and missed it by four inches. Brett Favre would have been jealous.
That got me back on track. The Snowman reappeared on the 15th but I managed a couple of bogeys on the difficult 16th and 18th and I finished with another 50.
I am keeping track of stats for all my rounds and the ones for this round were particularly good. I hit the fairway on 10 out of 12 driving holes and my average number of putts per hole was 1.94.
There a couple of other noteworthy things to mention.
The foursome I played in was…interesting.
One guy I could tell was a good player but had two disaster holes to start the round. Over the course of the round, he improved thanks in no small part to the large number of beers he consumed. He gave me a bunch too.
We became good friends.
The player he was riding with was once a good player but had had a stroke in January. The fact he was out playing golf in July was amazing in and of itself. He had a frustrating round but he had a great sense of humour and he was great to play with.
Our fourth player was a very elderly gentleman that moved in slow motion. And when I say slow motion, I mean it took a full 30 seconds for him to get the ball out of the hole when he sank a putt.
He swung like this:
He also tended to improve his lie:
I swear that the movie Caddyshack is based on real life.
We finished an hour and a half behind the group in front of us. When we arrived at the clubhouse, the tournament organizer offered to buy me a drink for being put in the elderly gentleman’s group.
Maybe next time. My newfound drinking buddy already had gotten me a rocks glass full of vodka, some ice, and a solitary olive that was present only so one could pretend it was a martini. Luckily, they were giving burgers away and my buddy had thought ahead and at the turn (after the 9th hole) had asked the chef to reserve some free burgers for our group since we would be done after the free burger giveaway was over. I’m pretty sure that helped to soak up all the alcohol.
PROS
I am learning more every time I play. This was a great lesson on how course management and solid striking beats brute force.
I got a 100!
I drank more in one morning than I have in at least two months and I did not get a hangover the next day.
CONS
The round did not count towards my handicap.
I am out of drinking shape. I am old.
OVERALL RATING:
I am improving and feeling more comfortable shooting lower scores, if that makes any sense. My new drinking/golfing buddy thinks I can be in the B Flight by the end of the year.
Rikki asked in the back room: How does one deal with playing with people of different skill levels? I have to say that everyone in the club is better than me and everyone has been very gracious. They understand I’m trying to improve and they encourage me. I picked a good club!
This was my first time playing with someone less skilled than me at the club. I’ll say that it takes patience and an understanding that we are all out there to have fun. The fact he can get out there and play is to be celebrated. It’s much better than the alternative.
I have to be honest too. A sense of humour and a large volume of alcohol help a lot.
And now, Rikki will now present the next exciting chapter in the golf cart girl story!
See you next time.
UPDATE: Apparently, I got a prize for being Closest to the Pin on the 14th hole! If you remember, that’s the one where I had a ten foot putt for birdie. In addition, my net score was good enough to place in the winnings! I walk away from this tournament with 75 points towards the club championship and $55 to my name. Hooray!
In every league I’ve ever run, the week we do a 3 or 4 club challenge is the lowest scoring average of the season. Without fail.
More weird shit happening in Vegas:
https://twitter.com/girlsreallyrule/status/1678854014023376896
Does anyone know where Antonio Brown is right now?
Whelp, seeing as how the perp’s full name& mug shot has been published & this lil story is on the web, I don’t think this particular incident will be “staying in Vegas”…
“Video from the scene showed Danilczyk engaging in an unprovoked attack and on top of another person who only had one leg, according to the police report. After being pulled off of the person, Danilczyk ran to the LINQ Hotel, a police report indicates.
Security officers at the LINQ told police that they had seen Danilczyk remove his clothing. Security officers tried to detain him, but he ran away through the casino, yelling and fully unclothed. Police documents say he headed to Harrah’s Las Vegas Hotel and Casino.
In Harrah’s, police reports indicate that Danilczyk “ran completely naked through the Linq to [Harrah’s],” where he “climbed atop a poker table came and flaunted his genitals to all who [passed] exposing his penis and testicles while ‘gyrating.’” Danilczyk then changed his position to expose “his anus to all who passed on the main floor,”
https://www.8newsnow.com/news/local-news/naked-man-arrested-on-las-vegas-strip-after-gyrating-atop-poker-table-police-report-says/
How many people at the poker table made a lunge for high value chips while he was meat spinning?
“The gentleman raises”
I thought we weren’t going to Vegas until November?
He is obeying the “no pants” rule, so could just be someone who can’t read a calendar. Probably a Canadian,
My money is on Litre.
that fucking conversion to Imperial
I bet it was an idle 3-card poker table
“The Night I Won the Super Bowl” OR “The Most Boastful Story Ever Told at DFO” (Part 13):
It was the middle of March, and it was too chilly to stand outside for long on the bridge over the canyon, so we got back into my truck and I drove us back towards my home.
This is the point where my preparations came into play. Something that young men who think they are pretty clever eventually figure out is that you can’t trick (most) women into going to bed with you. She has to want to. What you can do, however, is facilitate things as much as possible so there aren’t any barriers that would encourage her to talk herself out of it. Such was my preparation for the Big Game.
As I’d mentioned earlier, I’d suggested to the golf course drink cart girl that she park at my place. And I’d made a trip to the grocery store to buy some ingredients for the sole purpose of being able to say, when we arrived back in my neighborhood, “would you like to come inside? I thought that we could make chocolate-covered strawberries.”
“This is your house?” she looked around in awe as we stepped inside. It was a million dollar home, renovated just three months ago, and it was impressive.
“I wish,” I told her. “It belongs to a friend of mine from college.” He wasn’t home, which was convenient. One fewer barrier.
I heated up the chocolate, and we kissed some more. We dipped the strawberries, followed by even more kissing as they cooled. They were delicious – I hadn’t skimped on the ingredients. Once we’d had our fill, I very gently took her hand and glanced in the direction of the stairs.
“Can I talk you into spending the night?” I said.
“It’s…our first date,” she said with some regret. “I can’t. I’m not like that.”
I smiled ruefully. I’d not be hoisting the Lombardi trophy that night. There were a few formalities remaining – kneeldowns, if you will. But it was clear – the die had been cast. A short time later, as I walked her to her car, my superego sternly and repeatedly reminded me not to embarrass myself by trying to rewrite reality. It was loudly contrasted by the shared chorus of my id and ego as they wailed out a reminder that I’d be leaving for South Africa in mere days – if not now, when? We shared one last lingering kiss, confirmed that we’d see each other again soon, and she was on her way.
And just like that…the night was over. Rikki’s dream season and Cinderella run though the playoffs was finished. Or was it?
I was supposed to go golfing with a buddy a few times this summer as he got a membership, but his since fucked up his knee and prob won’t be able to golf again this year. Don’t get old kids, stay young.
I fucked up my thumb and it’s killed my golfing year. Terrible thing.
Thumb injuries are ridiculously painful.
Different skill abilities – if you’re shooting below 100 from time to time, you’re doing fine. I had to golf with strangers more than I particularly cared to, and nobody seemed too put out by my bad play. Just don’t spend a lot of time looking for lost balls, or waffling over whether to use your 3-iron or 5-wood. And if they are bent out of shape, fuck ’em.
As a bad-but-not-terrible player the only time I’ve been annoyed when playing with *really* bad players is when they take forever to set up their shots and then duff it. And when I’m playing with someone really talented I make a point of trying not to slow them down too much and fuck up their concentration.
I think I’ve only played with a couple of really good golfers. I ended up playing against one good golfer three times in a golf league, because I was subbing (free golf!) and ended up matched with his team a lot by sheer coincidence. He was a scratch golfer, and he stayed pissed about flaws in his game the whole time. I wasn’t sure what he was pissed off about, because all I saw from him was fairways and greens.
Many years ago we played with a guy who shot a scratch 9 (he left after that). He was amazing. Every time he made a mistake, he cleaned it up beautifully.
How funny, I had a dream I was playing golf last night. Not well, mind you.
Shooting 100 with such a limited club selection truly is impressive. Well done!
I’ll have the drink cart girl story up in a little bit – gotta walk the dog first, if you know what I’m talking about.
I always wonder why I can’t at least be good at shit in my dreams. But, alas.
Right?
Kick azz and a good time. Nice one Buddy.
Pro tip, bring a snow woman next time, may help you control the snow men.
I hadn’t played for about a year until last weekend. I was sore for a couple days too
Why am I awake at 6 am?
It’s probably Gumby’s fault?
You’re a real go-getter?
#BootStrapz
Because you get more done before 0900 than most people do all day.
Be
All that you can
Be
Get an edge on life…
And on Guuummm. .. beeee…