Thursday, 3 June 2010
BALLS
I've played golf 3 times this week. I don't get any better overall but I do play some stunning shots now and then and manage to put it together for the occasional hole scoring pars and even birdies. I lack the concentration and stamina to be able to complete a round with a decent score though. I usually play about 7 holes before getting distracted. My major distraction other than the pleasant walk and stunning views at my local golf course is the thrill of finding golf balls. I have plenty of golf balls. I don't need any more. I have enough to see me out even at the rate I lose them. The excitement I get in spying a shiny golf ball in a creek, in a pond, in the marshes or in the high grass is ridiculous given the value of them. It stems back to when I was a kid and couldn't afford to buy a new golf ball. I used to fossick in the gorse and bushes at Berhampore Golf Course to find some to play with. The thrill I got back then in finding a ball, especially a new one was great but no greater than the thrill I still get today.
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I remember going to Berhampore to play with Noel, A.G. and yourself. A.G. had a set of clubs with wooden handles. Before the game could start, we all needed to find a ball. I sucked at golf and didn't like it. Finding the balls didn't really do it for me either. Perhaps that's why I took up the double bass - well, they're hard to lose and easy to find.
I played 7 holes today and found some more golf balls. One of them was green. GREEN! What idiot designed a green golf ball? No wonder the previous owner couldn't find it.
I remember that Richard. The sight of Noel, all 5 feet nothing of him dressed for golf in his army surplus greatcoat would have been enough to send the Nike or Adidas designers packing.
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"...found some more golf balls. One of them was green, GREEN"
Perhaps it fell off an unripe golfer?
Your description of a 5 foot golfer in an ex-army greatcoat reminded me of the funniest golf game I've ever read.
"McAuslan in the Rough" by George MacDonald Fraser.
Well worth a read.
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