Tuesday, March 24, 2009

And So it Begins...

At about 10:45am on Saturday March 21st, I hit my first real golf shot in over five months nicely down the right side of the fairway on the opening hole at St. Catharines.

Golf season is here!

I'd shank my second shot into the trees short and right of the green then hit a delicious pitch shot to six feet. I'd step up and ram that in for the satisfying par to start my year off on the right foot.

Unfortunately, that was the highlight of an otherwise tough day for yours truly on the scorecard.

I know I promised no statistics this year but you can only laugh at the following:

BALLS IN HAZARD: 3 (two on one hole)
TOTAL PENALTY SHOTS: 5 (all on back nine)

I picked up a couple times so I can't even say I shot a true score but I would have been around an 88 if I did, with no birdies.

Now, I haven't picked up a club in months so I was in pretty good spirits despite my pathetic game. However, I was beaten quite badly by both Cal and Harry, my two normal partners in crime so they were more than happy to rub it in whenever the opportunity came up.

Which was pretty much every time the ball came off my clubface. Haha.

To make matters worse, I actually played for money. Cal and I decided to play a little five dollars for the front nine and five dollars for the back nine game. When I shot 42 to his 39 on the front side, I needed extra incentive to play well on the back so I said,

"Let's make this a true Nassau and have a five dollar bet for overall score as well."

Cal, Mister Poker Player extraordinaire, calculated the odds and quickly agreed.

When I push faded my tee shot on the short par five tenth into the houses out of bounds, I knew it wasn't going to be my day.

Even worse, I accepted a stupid 'Double or Nothing' challenge on the last hole to break even and proceeded to pull my tee shot into the trees. No big deal, right?

Wrong. Lost ball...hang head in shame and walk up the 18th quietly down $30.00.

Cal actually offered to let me off the hook for the double or nothing bet due to the inexplicable lost ball but I'm nothing if not an honest player who pays his debts.

To make matters worse, it was $30.00 AMERICAN, to come out of my Full Tilt Poker account by transfer. Damnit!!!

Needless to say, I have some issues early on with the golf swing. Hehe.

Still, it was tremendous to be playing on a glorious Saturday afternoon in March but man, did I feel it the next day. Sore muscles galore!

For the other side(s) of the story, visit Cal at
Golf+Poker and Harry at Sports, Entertainment and Smack.

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