Thursday, July 30, 2009

World's longest course: 842 miles

BRISBANE, Australia - Hit a few loose shots or 3-putt the first green at Nullarbor Links and you'll have plenty of time to think about your errant ways before teeing off at the second.

That's because No. 2 is 42 miles down the highway.

Billed as the world's longest golf course, Nullarbor is set to open next month - an 842-mile trek through the desolate outback of Australia's Nullarbor Plain, starting at Ceduna in the state of South Australia and finishing at the mining town of Kalgoorlie in Western Australia.

reminds me of a Hoss Santee story about a similar course in Arizona, “The Bar Z” or something like it . . . wisht I still had that book, it was hi-larious . . . sold it with my 300 other golf books when I moved to Arizona, so I wouldn't have to move them, again.

Golf clubs - brand or clones?

Kvjetaak asks me . . .


I’m in middle of investigation what would be the procedure for my golf future; as my TopFlite clubs are not building my confidence anymore (after I broke 3 clubs) I’m looking around to find my future clubs and there comes the dilemma:


I need to decide whether it would be better to buy me iron set from world known brand or their clones. The clones clubs are using exactly same process of creation the same materials but still using let’s say 2 years old technologies (which is still quite enough I think) this is the Clone brand I thinking about; especially Pinemeadow Excel Mid Launch Plus Irons which are clones of Callaway X-18 or Pinemeadow Command Q Irons clones of Taylor Made R7 CGB Max Irons.


Or should I go for the known brands such as Callaway and such? What do you think?



I used clone clubs for a long time, because I was too cheap to buy name brands.

The quality can vary a great deal . . . and the imperfections can be hidden in ways you will never discover . . . but experience,

if you see what I mean . . .


The shaft is the most important part, and I think the clone club makers save money there.



I never heard of pine meadow clubs (not that that means anything).


Now I will use only name brand (cobra) that I buy used on ebay, or from golfsmith. I have a complete replacement set with me of irons, but not of woods, except for PW, which I broke & lost both, so I am using the PW from my clone set from the 1980s . . . I’m not that in love with it, but it is a survivor . . . 8^D . . .


If you can get the clone clubs made custom for you, by a good club maker, I think they can be fine.

If you are “handy” and can make them yourself, with the attention to the details important to you, then you will be fine.

But I think it is chancy to buy clone clubs that have been mass produced, off the rack.


It is possible that you are tall enough that you need longer clubs, customized.


I read years ago that the good players, the pros, don’t keep “sets” but evaluate each club on its own and wind up with mixed-sets . . . but now with their sponsorship deals, I’m not sure that is the case anymore . . . plus now I think custom sets tuned to the player and to each other (harmonics) are much more common . . . in the 90s I switched from one clone set to another clone set 2 or 3 clubs at a time . . . over 5 or 6 years . . . just as an economy thingy . . . but I could hit the new clubs several yards further than the old clubs, which made club selection tricky at times . . . but it was a kind of training exercise and a very difficult time for me, I could not hit my woods at all, so I used a 1iron off the tee, then a 2 or 3 iron as necessary . . . I got to where I could hit the bejabbers out of the 1,2,3 irons . . . often as far as other’s drivers & 3woods . . .that was an interesting lesson . . .


I also like to play only with balls I find, rather than buying them -- although, winning new balls in a tournaj is very nice also . . .


Because I believe – want to believe – as Mr Science has always said -- that it’s the Indian, not the Arrow.


But then once you have a swing that’s repeatable, it is undeniable that the new technology does make a difference. . . . the new technology helps only a VERY little until you have a repeatable swing and can hit the sweet spot.


When I replaced my lost 7iron out of my last set of Cobra-clones, with an actual cobra, I was amazed how much better it played – not that it was better because it was not a clone, but because it was a newer club, but it hit higher and a little further than my old 7iron, to the point that I went looking for a full set to match the 7iron, then bought 2! . . . 8^D . . . I paid US$150 for the first one, then $US99 for the second . . . I’d paid $us35 for the 7iron alone . . .


I’ve seen so many duffers with great clubs and no game I’ve lost count . . . it’s very common with rich old guys who can buy $700 drivers but can’t hit 200 yds straight in the fairway . . . but I love those guys, because after a while they get discouraged and buy new clubs and trade in the old clubs, then I buy them used – in good shape – for ¼ the cost.


But I have no advice for you . . . 8^D . . .


Good luck!

Friday, July 24, 2009

Sotek - The Czech Pukka


The first Scottish professional soldier came to Moravia as early as July 1619, but other Scots had arrived in central and eastern Europe several decades earlier not as soldiers but as peddlers. In Bohemia and Moravia the inhabitants referred to them as ‘soti’, and the diminutive form ‘sotek’ gave rise to a comic figure in folklore, a ‘little devil’. . . .


A host of European sprites and elves – brownies, Kobolds, Spanzifankerl and Golden Dove, Lauterfresser and Chick of the Devil – appear from a cockerel’s egg which as been brooded in the armpit. Be sure not to talk or laugh until it is read, warn the Pomeranians, or the Kobold will not survive. Some take on semi-human form. Coqwergi is a Swis dwarf known in the Valias Alps, and the Czech sotek appears as a little boy with claws on hands and feet. Hungarians feared lidercz, their will-o’-the-siwp, and smashed any small eggs as a precaution. But for the most part these are amiable, helpful sprites, whose names reflect their nature. The Tyrolese were especially fond of Lauterfresser, who lived on a diet of raw eggs, because he helped to build up one’s strength.


<Regretably -- just by myself, for my own selfish reasons – Sotek seems to have been co-opted by various Internet Trolls and Implemented as a Deity in at least one Interactive Internet Game, without particular reverence for the historical basis of the character, so I can’t be responsible for nor bothered by these intrusions. For me, and thus for you, as my reader, Sotek is the Czech Pukka, which is the European Kokopelli, alleged troublemaker, but really, the innocent and misunderstood victim of tragic-comic circumstances, someone who does not look for trouble, but somehow always winds up in trouble, just as in Golf, if you see how I mean . . . . >


The old Bohemian word Setek or Sotek may be compared, in point of meaning, with the Ded or Deduska. The Setek is 
believed to resemble a small boy with claws, instead of nails, on his hands and feet, and he generally stays in the sheep-shed, 
though he also hides in the flour, or in the peas, or on a wild pear, while in winter he sits on the oven and warms himself. 
The Setek protects the flocks from disease and brings good harvests and money; and he is also said to be able to go without 
eating and drinking for nine years, returning, after the lapse of this time, to the place of his birth, where he annoys the 
imnates. He may be bred out of an egg carried for nine days in the arm-pit. 
In the belief of the Styrian Slovenians the Setek of olden times was a good spirit, about the size of a thumb, who gen- 
erally haunted places where salt was kept, or lived in stables near young cattle. Unless a portion of all that was boiled or 
roasted was put aside for him, he caused the fire in the oven to go out, or made the pans crack, or caused the cows to yield 
blood instead of milk, etc. Being of very small size, he could hide in any place and play tricks on those who teased him. 
Another designation of the family genius was Skfitek ("Hobgoblin") which was derived from the German Sckrat.  
Like the Russian DMuika Domovoy (pp. 240-43), the Czech Djadek is in reality an ancestral spirit raised to the dignity of guardian of the household, after clay statues found in Sileaia. 
While the Djadek (Plae XXVIII) is an ancestral spirit, the §etek, like the SkHtek (pp. 244-45), though now degraded to the low estate of a hobgoblin, is in origin a divine being who was the special protector of the household . . . or Sckratt. This goblin, who appeared in the shape of a small boy, usually lived behind the oven or in the stable, favouring the household and sharing the joys and sorrows of the family; and he liked to do some work in the home, such as weaving on the loom, sweeping the floor, or tending the flocks. 
In order to court his favour the household set aside a portion of their meals for his consumption, especially on Thursdays and at Christmas dinner, when three bits from every dish were assigned to him. If they failed to do this, he was angry and stormed about, worrying people, damaging the flocks, and  doing all sorts of harm to the master of the house. 
His memory still lives in popular tradition, and he was represented by a wooden statue, with arms crossed on its breast and wearing a crown upon its head. This image stood, as a rule, on a chiffonier in a corner behind the table; and in any absence of the family the SkHtek was placed on a chiffonier or on a table to guard the house. The Slovaks call this spirit Skrata or Skriatek and conceive him as a drenched chicken; while in Poland he is known as Skrzatek, Skrzat, or Skrzot, and is represented as a bird (again most frequently a drenched chicken) dragging its wings and tail behind it. He often transforms himself into a small bird emitting sparks from its body, and he may be bred from an egg of a peculiar shape carried for a certain length of time beneath one's arm-pit. He haunts the corn-loft and steals corn; in bad weather he also visits human dwellings; and those who give him shelter under their roofs will profit by his presence, for he brings the householder grain and will make him rich. 
The Slovenians in Styria likewise believe that the Skrat (Skratec) brings money and com. He assumes different shapes, looking now like a young lad, and now like an old man or woman, or he can transform himself into a cat, dog, goose, etc.; but since he is covered with hair, he takes great pains to hide his body. He likes to dwell in mountains and dense forests, and does not allow people to shout there; by day he perches on a beech-tree or takes his rest in dark caves; at night he haunts villages and smithies, where he forges and hammers until the dawn. 
This goblin may be hired for one's services or bred from an egg of a black hen; but to gain his assistance it is necessary to promise him one's own self, as well as one's wife and children, and such an agreement must be signed in one's own blood. In return for all this the skrat will bring whatsoever a man may wish, placing these things on the window-sill, although when he carries money, he comes in the shape of a fiery broom, flying down the chimney. Since millet gruel is his favourite dish, it must be placed on the window-sill  whenever he brings anything. 

Friday, July 17, 2009

a Divine Line Rossie I . . .

crikey, I hope it's not a ladies putter . .. the handle is white . . .

I just went thru the rack of putters at GolfProfi heuristically weighting them . . . this was actually the 2nd heaviest . . . the heaviest looked like my slazenger, and felt ok when I practiced with it, but I'd already fallen in love with the way the Odyssey looked from above.

Played with it the day I bought it, and did putt much better, but the rest of my game was so awful, it made no difference . . . I kept slicing everything and coming up out of my kokopelli crouch . . . on the last hole I realized it was because my grip was very weak, rather than the very strong I usually use . . . so, armed with these factors, I am going into tomorrow's tournament very confident:

  • new putter, heavier
  • knowledge that yardage is to the front not the middle of the green
  • 27 handicap, at least 10 strokes higher than my vanity would admit

I ought to break 90.

I ought to par the par 5s.

I ought to birdie the par3s and a couple of 4s.

I ought to have no blow-up holes.

Uvidime se v Sobota Touraj!

Oh #@#%$@#%@#% Meterage

I just found out that the yardages/meterages in the Czech Republic are measured from the FRONT OF THE GREEN, not the Middle of the green, like in the US . . .

NO WONDER I’ve been coming up short every shot . . . even the ones I hit pure!

This knowledge is going to save me 9 strokes an 18 . . . .


Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Putter Head Weight

Head Weight

There is no standard head weight for a putter. It can be anything nowadays. The relationship between the length, the head weight, and the overall weight of the putter varies from manufacturer to manufacturer and by model.

Most mass-produced putter heads are weighted for a standard off-the-shelf 35-inch putter and weigh around 330 to 350 grams. In theory the head weight should change to keep the same relationship of head weight to grip weight when you either shorten or lengthen the putter.

For the technically minded the head weight is used to calculate the swingweight of the putter. Swingweight is the relationship between the weight of the grip end of the club and the head end and is measured on a 14-inch fulcrum (balance) scale. It has an impact on your tempo and feel.

There is a school of thought that you should use a heavy putter to putt on slow greens and a light putter to putt on fast greens. There are some putters on the market with adjustable head weights, but to me this is just an added complication.

Shortening the shaft stiffens it and changes the overall weight of the putter, but I have found that the change in feel is not that great. It is far more important that your putter is exactly the right length for you, otherwise you are never going to putt consistently.

If you are not 100% satisfied with the balance of your altered putter, the club fitter can change it to suit you by either adjusting the weight under the grip or by applying lead tape to the putter head.

In summary, if your putter head is too light, you could find yourself flicking at the ball with too quick a tempo. A putter with more head weight will promote a slower and more consistent tempo. However, too heavy a head can lead to less touch.

Heavier Putters for Faster Greens

Although it may appear radical to use such a hefty flat stick on lightning-fast tour greens, the concept is simple. Troy Matteson, who used a Heavy Putter A1 in winning last year's Open, is a believer. "To putt well--especially for the average golfer--the most important thing is speed," he said. "A heavier putter makes you use bigger muscles instead of smaller muscles. That produces a consistent path and a better tempo. Some people think, รข€˜This is so out of the norm.' Well, sometimes you gotta get a little crazy."

For years the conventional wisdom was that players should use a light putter on fast greens and a heavier putter on slower ones. Chris Couch, however, doesn't buy that thinking.

"It's the opposite, really," said Couch, who uses a 355-gram Ping JAS Craz-E One. "With a heavier putter you can swing slower, and the ball still comes off with a lot of speed. More guys are using heavier putterheads and having success."

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Golf Hostivar'

9 holes, Par 34, 2559m, Slope: 124

They Say: "Our 9-hole golf course actually has 11 holes. It is not so unusual as it might seem at first. Even our predecessors in the Scottish St Andrews originally started off with the very same number of holes (11 outgoing and 11 incoming). We have built two alternative holes (2b, 3b), believing it would be a great pity not to use for the game those two splendid hills alongside the golf course. So now we have 2 highly attractive holes, which we may include e.g. during golf tournaments in the second round of nine holes. Time and first experience from the course operation shall show whether it will be possible to fit in these holes in some way even during standard operation."

My partner Kjvetaak & I had made plans to play 3 times this week . . . a mini-golf-orgy . . . but events conspired against us. His wife was ill, so he could not play Thursday after work at Club Praha, so I went by myself, and got rained out . . . that was a very long tram ride home, wet and unfulfilled, if you see what I mean . . . Then he was ill, Friday was cancelled, then Saturday I wound up having to go play Golf Hostivar by myself . . . this involves a train, then a bus. Under the cloudy skies I saw I was very concerned about another long trip home golfless.

But I got to Hostivar, paid my greenfee, and walked right out onto the first tee -- Par 4, 347m. A brisk chilly wind at my back, I made a good swing and hit my ball right where I aimed, at the tower. I could see the guy on the green turn around when my ball landed, it was that close. Massive Blow. Was exactly 50m from the green. I leisurely shouldered my bag and walked off towards the green, and it started to sprinkle, so I slowed down even more to struggle into my rain-suit-top. The guy on the green had walked back towards me, to let me play thru, I could tell. I figgered I had a standard half-SW, but instead of the middle of the green, I landed and stuck on the fringe. Even tho' I told mys132elf that these greens wouldn't be as slow as Praha, I still hit my birdie texas wedge 15 ft past the hole. Missed the comebacker. Backhand bogey.

Fuming just a tad, I walked up to the 2nd tee: par 4, 303m. I tho't I could just hit the same shot, but that hillock gets in the way, doesn't it. I wasn't worried, I could see it bounce. Looking at the yardage, and recollecting how I'd come up short on #1, even with the wind, and recognizing that I was in some deep rough marked as a hazard, I gave my half-PW a little extra, but it came up short, too.

Now I was perplexed. Fuming even more I walked quickly over to my ball, but then I noticed another green over on my right . . . THAT was #2 . . . I had hit at #3 green . . . big dummy . . . It wouldn't have been hard to hit that same shot over the hill to the correct green -- it woulda been blind, but the yardage was solid in my head -- but no-o-o-o-o.

So I lobbed a half-SW onto the green, left my par attempt high by 4inches, another backhand bogey. Little more irritated, now.

They have some little blue signs pointing to the next tee, but I missed it, due to my fuming, and had to retrace some steps. Meanwhile the wind picks up, and the drizzle starts to sting a little bit.

The par 3 #3 132m hole doesn't look like much, but the wind was whipping across, left-to-right. I tho't I'd allowed enuf, but my 7iron wasn't solid, and it blew over into the sandtrap on the right. I had kind of a downhill lie in fluffy sand getting crusty from the drizzle, but I got out of the trap alright, but past the hole 20 ft. Missed the comebacker, and another backhand bogey putt.

The par 4 #4 462m hole looks like a long way, and that was just fine with me . . . I had some west-texas-red-ass to put on this drive. The wind didn't bother me, the rain didn't bother me, and I just planned to aim at the left rough
and hit it hard. But my grip was wet, my footing was wet, the wind picked up again, and I had this reverse-psychological OB-right lock on, because of the sign, so: first ball was an unguided missle, a push-slice riding the wind . . . probably landed OVER the train tracks . . . when I quit gnashing on my driver, I teed up again, concentrated like a bomb-defuser on beta-blockers, to make a smooth swing at my left rough target: my foot slipped, my hand-slipped, I snatched the club, trying to salvage something, and hit a weak slice, windblown, into the rough, almost OB, behind some trees . . . so I took my 3iron and hit my patented deep-rough-slice out of trouble, wound up handy on the front of the green . . . 7iron chip up short of the pin . . . missed that makeable putt for a kickin triple bogey.

I had to stop here in the woods between 4 & 5 and put on my rain pants, it wasn't raining that hard, but my pants were getting soggy . . . don't know why I didn't stop and put 'em on before . . . didn't want to admit it was raining I guess, or might've been too hot about the sloppy golf.

It's a long dang walk back there to the 5th tee, a 468m par 5 . . . mostly uphill. And the way those trees crowd the tee in the picture is just the way it looks from the tee . . . #4 is over on the left; #6 on the right.

After giving myself a pep-talk about swinging smoothly & under control, I addressed the ball and aimed to the right rough, counting on the wind to bring it back again . . . even if i hit a big fade again, I figgered, the wind would hold it in place . . . it was quartering with me from the right. . . but some other part of my consciousness chose to hit a hard-low block and my tee-shot clipped those trees on the right, just leaves, no wood. I'd reckon it went about 180m, into the near right rough, not far from #6 green.

So I had to hold a come-to-jesus meeting with me, myself, & I, concerning our golf, as I slogged up the wet hill in my swaddling clothes . . . my right foot was slipping every swing; I was snatching at the ball instead of making the smooth swing; my head was jerking like I was having a presbyoptileptic fit in my bifocals. So SNAP OUT OF IT.

I went to my go-to-club, my 7wood, to dig the ball out of the wet rough and gain me some yardage toward the green. Clipped it sweet: high and straight. I watched it all the way cuz I wasn't sure of the lay of the fairway, but I saw it bouncing twice in a ground-hook and knew it was good.

Got up to that ball, still 150m from the green, hit 6iron off the toe, but totally straight toward the pin, like a bulldog fighting the wind. Bounced once off the green, then rolled up 12 ft short of the pin . . . from the fairway it looked stiff . . . if it'd been dry, it would've been. . . .birdie putt was an inch left, leaving a backhand par . . . a little disappointing, but in the wet like that, I couldn't complain.

Charged over to the par 4, 309m #6, uh, recharged with energy, but I didn't like the look of that next hole . . . kinda closed off . . . I should've dropped down to 3wood, but instead I went back to the hammer, slipped by foot and by hand, and hit another booming boomerang slice back over onto #5 fairway . . . one good thing about playing in the rain is it holds down the number of duffers . . . I didn't shout Fore, even . . . so I had a good lie and a reasonable idea about the distance, about a 100m, so I tried to hit half-9iron to the middle of the green -- the pin was stuck way in the back of the long-thin, very elevated green. Came up short into what I tho't was sand, but instead was some sort of convex rock hazard that rejected my ball with a huge carom away from the green. I hit a semi-good flop shop from 30m away and 5m below the putting surface to 18ft from the pin . . . missed it for another backhand bogey . . . oh, what difference does any of it make? . . . 8^/ . . .

So I trudged over to the par 4, 250m #7, only to see this totally closed off fairway . . . I stood there looking at it, then the map on the tee-box, trying to figure out what was what for 5 minutes. I finally settled on a smooth 4iron off the tee . . . it was with the wind, and in a scramble, you might go for that green, but, first time around, playing solo, playing uncertainly, safety-first . . .
so that shot was straight, but kinda thin . . . wound up 95M short of the pin . . . you don't see many true blind second shots in golf courses . . . but this is one . . . like #10 at Sanctuary in Scottsdale if they haven't trimmed back the palo verdes regualr . . . I hit a little half-9, kinda thin but straight again, and wound up on the fringe 12 feet from the hole . . . my birdie chip roostertailed out of the fringe and 6 ft past the hole, breaking 3 unseen feet to the right. Need I say I missed the comebacker, for a backhand bogey? Very Exasperating, again.

So, then over to the par4, 263m #8 . . . it looked a lot like #6, not as closed off as #7, but to do over, I'd hit a 3wood, or even a 5wood.

I always feel, now, that when I don't hit a good shot, that that is my subconscious telling me that my conscious was making a mistake in clubselection or strategy, so my subconscious hit a week flutter over into the right rough . . . didn't matter, I was only 90m from the pin, but I hit another straight but short wedge to the fringe of the green. I gave it the same 7iron putting stroke my daddy taught me as I had on the others, maybe with a little extra, this time, and got it up 3 ft away, from where I actually was able to make the par-saver.

This shot of the #8 green is from their web-site . . . I figgered they deserved at least one nice photo . .. 8^D . . . and I was so preoccupied by juggling my brolly and my bag in my michelin tire boy outfit in the rain and wind that I couldn't be bothered about photos, sometimes.

Exhausted, hot & sweaty, cold & wet, I trudged thru a tunnel over to #9 . . . it'd actually quit raining, but the wind was still gusty. Kjvetaak'd told me that they have 4 different cameras on this hole, in case someone makes a hole-in-one. You might win a car for an ace, but the real prize would be a dvd with 4 different angles of your shot . . . I think that's the most interesting green on the course, but that may mean it's just the most obviously contoured. It's only 125m, but it was all water carry and against the wind . . . I was too tired to think about it much, so I just hit an 8iron as hard as I could . . . I hope no one was watching that swing, it was even more odd than usual . . . solid, but with some fade-spin . . . so it went right of the pin, landed short of the green, like a foot past the water and stopped dead . . . it was only 20 ft from the pin, but at an awkward angle to the contour of the green . . . I tho't . . . it was basically straight, but I'd worried so much about the line, I didn't hit it hard enough, then missed the knee-knocker, and wound up with . . . a backhand bogey . . . .

This a picture of the clubhouse there at Hostivar' . . . this is right up there with the most unusual architecture I have ever seen . . . it's like a Frank Gehry . . . I don't wanna make fun of it, but it's pretty hard to resist . . .

as I left the course, I walked past the restaurant . . . the plates I saw on tables by the window sure looked good . . . the only reason I don't have pictures of the food on people's plates in the restaurant is that I don't think even the most avid Japanese tourist would interrupt someone's dinner like that . . . 8^D . . . so that held me back . . . so stymied, I almost didn't stop to take a picture of this installation outside the door to the clubhouse, of irate people stalking into the clubhouse . . . 8^D . . .

can't say that I love the course . . . to short, too tight, too many electric wires going thru the course, but there's actually nothing wrong with it . . . the condition is great, the greens were faster and rolled-better than Club Praha . . . I'll go back if I can try out the restaurant . . . but I might just go for the food and eschew the golf . . .

Friday, July 10, 2009

Wisdom of the Sages

These greens are so fast I have to hold my putter over the ball and hit it with the shadow. 
    ~ Sam Snead

A hungry dog hunts best. 
    ~ Lee Trevino

You can talk to a fade but a hook won't listen.. 
    ~ Lee Trevino

I was three over. One over a house, one over a patio, and one over a swimming pool. 
    ~ George Brett

Actually, the only time I ever took out a one-iron was to kill a tarantula. And I took a 7 to do that.. 
    ~ Jim Murray

The only sure rule in golf is - he who has the fastest cart never has to play the bad lie. 
    ~ Mickey Mantle

Sex and golf are the two things you can enjoy even if you're not good at them. 
    ~ Kevin Costner

I don't fear death, but I sure don't like those three-footers for par. 
    ~ Chi Chi Rodriguez

After all these years, it's still embarrassing for me to play on the American golf tour. Like the time I asked my caddie for a sand wedge and he came back ten minutes later with a ham on rye.. 
    ~ Chi Chi Rodriguez

The ball retriever is not long enough to get my putter out of the tree. 
    ~ Brian Weis

Swing hard in case you hit it. 
    ~ Dan Marino

My favorite shots are the practice swing and the conceded putt. The rest can never be mastered. 
    ~ Lord Robertson

Give me golf clubs, fresh air and a beautiful partner, and you can keep the clubs and the fresh air. 
    ~ Jack Benny

There is no similarity between golf and putting; they are two different games, one played in the air, and the other on the ground. 
    ~ Ben Hogan

Professional golf is the only sport where, if you win 20% of the time, you're the best. 
    ~ Jack Nicklaus

The uglier a man's legs are, the better he plays golf. It's almost a law. 
    ~ H G Wells

I never pray on a golf course. Actually, the Lord answers my prayers everywhere except on the course. 
    ~ Billy Graham

If you watch a game, it's fun. If you play at it, it's recreation. If you work at it, it's golf. 
    ~ Bob Hope

While playing golf today I hit two good balls. I stepped on a rake. 
    ~ Henry Youngman

If you think it's hard to meet new people, try picking up the wrong golf ball. 
    ~ Jack Lemmon

You can make a lot of money in this game. Just ask my ex-wives. Both of them are so rich that neither of their husbands work. 
    ~ Lee Trevino

I'm not saying my golf game went bad, but if I grew tomatoes, they'd come up sliced. 
    ~ Lee Trevino


Monday, July 6, 2009

Woods wins own tournament with late birdie

Associated Press

July 5, 2009, 10:15PM

BETHESDA, Md. — Even after 68 victories, Tiger Woods never had a finish quite like Sunday at the AT&T National.

It had nothing to do with the golf, which was all too familiar.

Challenged by Hunter Mahan’s record-tying 62 at Congressional, Woods plotted his way along the back nine and delivered the decisive birdie with a 20-foot putt on the 16th green, closing with a 3-under 67 for a one-shot victory.

The trophy presentation was unlike any other.

“I’ve always wanted to do this, so bear with me,” Woods said, cradling the silver trophy in the shape of the Capitol. Then, the tournament host interviewed the tournament champion.

In this case, it was the same guy.

“So Tiger, how did you play today?” Woods said in a mock Q&A as thousands of fans broke into laughter.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

2nd 1st

Confidently armed with my 31 handicap, I swaggered into the B-Flight tourney looking to conquer, and I almost played well on the front 9 . . . shot a 44 with 3 pars . . . had what I tho't was bad-luck on the last few holes, but wasn't worried . . . .
but it was hot and humid, and the terrain is, as always, grueling, and I think I still suffered some jet lag from our Bermuda Wedding Trip -- at any rate, my legs got tired, and it took herculean concentration to keep all my moving parts in synch . . . so I was very inconsistent on the back 9. Had a 55 with 2 pars, 3 double-bogeys, 2 triple-bogeys, and an 11 on a par 5 . . .
since they use Stableford Scoring those scores were mitigated . . . wound up with 45 Net Stableford points . . . new handicap is 27 . . . still too high, I believe, my execrable golf not-with-standing.
Putting still remains the worst aspect . . . on the par 3 #8, I hit gorgeous tee shots right over the pin, leaving 15ft birdie attempts, that I couldn't get to go in . . . had a bunch of 3putts again, but my poor partner Kejvtaak had an even more brutal day: He must've had 15 lip-outs or burnt-edges.
On the 16th green, I tried to console him with "you have to remember, lip-outs are a good thing, not a bad thing: those putts are almost going it!"
He gave me a very disgusted look, but had the grace to reply in English, "Oh, you're such a positive thinker!"
I don't know what to do with them . . . but I love my Bohemian Glass Trophys . . . I promised to go by Kejvtaak's office Tuesday and ask in a loud voice "what is this trophy on your desk?" and he has promised to do the same . . . 8^D . . .