I am not Tiger Woods

Today I spent a pleasant afternoon at North Ryde Golf Club, playing nine holes with Chris and Adam. As usual, the hire clubs were designed to fit the average man, and so I found myself making plenty of air swings from my high address point. Something I had never seen before – you had to carry a bucket of sand with you everywhere you went (I guess to replace divots).

Chris seemed to make all of the memorable shots – onto the island in the smelly water hazard. Into the pines above a guy’s head. Into the schoolyard (3 times). Each time incurs a 2 shot penalty and some kind of alluded-to disciplinary action.

Highlight: using Adam’s Driver and hitting the ball straight and long.

Lowlight: Having to wear Chris’s spare shorts because my jeans were classified as ‘cargo pants’ under their weird rules.

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