Something happened after leaving a car show.

[Ron H]

On this topic, used to be a golf nut, haven’t played in over 10-years, gee, maybe 15 now. When I have the gumption, always have some other things to do. Spending 4-5-hours, or longer on the course doesn’t appeal to me and worse, is remembering all the times people were in a rush behind me and those NOT in front of me. Sometimes it was the ball searchers…not sure if they’re idea of fun is playing the game or how many golf balls they can find in the woods and ponds...while looking for theirs.

IMO, this experience reminds me of driving on the freeway, people riding my *** and those in front going too slow. At least, I don’t have to pay green fees for the freeways.

 

[j-c-c-62]

We're good at everything..... because we are so far away from the rest of the world, we have learned to "Make do" with what we have available.

Adaptation is a strong suit with many Kiwi's.

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and now .... SVG

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Was lucky enough to see Bruce win the first US F1 race at Sebring 1959.

SVG is amazing and truly in a class of his own. That was clearly discovered in his first Chicago win in the rain, and he has only backed that up thereafter. I am not sure how much clout NASCAR has, but I hope they don't out of the blue they decide to get his visa yanked to give the home boys a breather.

 

[j-c-c-62]

On this topic, used to be a golf nut, haven’t played in over 10-years, gee, maybe 15 now. When I have the gumption, always have some other things to do. Spending 4-5-hours, or longer on the course doesn’t appeal to me and worse, is remembering all the times people were in a rush behind me and those NOT in front of me. Sometimes it was the ball searchers…not sure if they’re idea of fun is playing the game or how many golf balls they can find in the woods and ponds...while looking for theirs.

IMO, this experience reminds me of driving on the freeway, people riding my *** and those in front going too slow. At least, I don’t have to pay green fees for the freeways.

I remember a round we had, rain was approaching, and I took a quick water break at the turn. The group in front made a full stop, and we wasted no time headed to the tee box. The group in front had teed off and a we soon followed them, but before we drove away the group who had stopped and we had passed arrived at the tee and insisted they were next. They said we cut Infront of them. They didn't even realize we had all already hit.
Bunch of typical old out of town white entitled men. Yes, it gets old. The next response on back nine is normally as we are waiting for the group in front to move on, the guys behind us drive up on as every hole we are waiting to hit, like it's our fault the players in front are slow. Reminds of tailgaters we see trying to intimidate other drivers to go faster who are stuck behind slower drivers. It never ends.

 

[kiwigtx]

The course I was a member at starting in '97 is locally known as the "Goat Track" - because of the rough rough, and trees along with other obstacles. I used to be quite good at recovering from awkward places - I was always spraying balls across two or three fairways. I played some really good shots into greens from the wrong side of trees and where there was no vision....it's only when it's an easy straight shot that I have trouble.

We had some smart-asses at the Club. Easter weekend in 1999 I was playing a "Best two rounds Stableford" tournament. I had shot 80 on the Friday (giving me 48 points), and was Clubhouse leader by a mile due to my 30 Handicap. Saturday comes, and I shoot in the 90's for a poor score, same deal on the Sunday. Monday morning came and I felt good and relaxed. I was getting ribbed about my previous bad scores. Walking down the 15th fairway, this one guy Russell Horner (I hated that guy) called out asking about my round. I replied..... "27 points...........................on the front nine!"
He shut his mouth then and kept walking.
I ended up shooting an 83 for 45 points. My total was of course 93 points for my best two rounds....totally unheard of in those days. Needless to say I won the event and a trophy (which at Prize-giving later in the season turns out to have been kept by the previous winner and never handed back) - I also dramatically reduced my handicap by six strokes based on the previous scores. I eventually made it to a 10-handicap.....and not long after that cars took over, and golf started to become a memory.

 

[Ron H]

was a tongue-in-cheek comment....but I hear your laughter anyway.

Lol, oh yeah, always funny when it’s you and not so much when it’s them. Ok, all in fun if the guys you’re playing with aren’t too serious. Man, the endless stories I could talk about. Had a boss who thought his golfing skills were better than they were. Being wealthy, he relished making crazy-stupid bets. It was intimidating and this was exactly part of his intentions.

One time we were on a golf vacation near his beach condo we stayed at and it started raining heavily. My partner (work buddy) and I suggested going to the clubhouse for a beer to wait out the downpour. He called us f-ing wimps, so we kept playing. I hit a terrible shot and he and his partner laughed their butts off. Ahh, we were playing $100 a hole, 50-bucks per person, best-ball. He didn’t do much better on his shot, but his partner landed his 4-iron 10-feet from the hole. They made their gloating huge. Water was pooling on the green and I had a ridiculous long putt. I’d say had to be 75-feet or more. I was pissed, as my partner said hey back away take a deep breathe before you putt. Smacked that putt about as hard as I could watching it spin a high water tail. My boss was standing at the hole holding the pin with a grin, which dissipated as my ball got closer and closer. Stopped about a foot from the hole. He missed the 10-footer and my partner drained the foot-long putt, halving the hole. We played carry-overs, so the next hole was double.

THEN da boss says lets hit the clubhouse. Lol, I said say what, Ray? You want to stop now? That pissed him off. So probably began the demise of our once good friendship, at least one of the occasions. There were more. We grew to friggin hate each other as much as any two people could. He died a few months ago, unexpectedly. Being included to attend his memorial service; I wasn’t able to make it.

 

[j-c-c-62]

I like playing my best, I best like just playing.
Life is serious enough, golf should be fun, if not, I don't play.

 

[Ron H]

I like playing my best, I best like just playing.
Life is serious enough, golf should be fun, if not, I don't play.

You are exactly right. How I have such fantastic memories playing with my dad, company outings and such, dang good player, better than I was until age took its toll. He liked to play for some coin, he said it kept him sharper. So on a bad round I forked out maybe 5-bucks, lol. The golf partner I mentioned in my earlier post, became one of my closest friends, part of our mutual deal was the boss I mentioned, grew to hate him about as much as me. Though I had taught him some on playing golf as he didn’t take up the game until after we met, wow, he joined a CC aspiring to a near scratch player! Damn near won the club championship and took extra holes to knock him to runner-up. And he was a health nut, runner, work-out daily. Go figure, he died instantly of a heart attack a few hours after a golf round at the age of 50! I had met him for a couple beers just a week before. Damn, the shock it was getting the phone call he was gone. Swear I had some PTS after that.
Delivered a eulogy at his service, I had to rehearse a bunch before giving it with his wife and two young sons in front row..