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Poster Perfect For Straka

There’s a cardboard tube in my kitchen and rolled up inside it is one of Lee Wybranski’s posters of the Open Championship’s return to Royal Portrush.  Hard to believe it’ll soon be three years since that momentous day in the driving rain on the Dunluce links when an Irishman won the Open in Ireland…..and I was there!

Said poster had been purchased early in the week.   It was, after all, a momentous, historical happening to have the greatest golf tournament in the world return to a club I’d been a member of all my life.  I’d grown up in a place no one wanted to visit and people were afraid to come to, and now, against all the odds, the golfing world was beating a path to our door.  After Shane Lowry had been declared “the Champion Golfer of the Year” Patricia suggested holding off on framing the poster until I had asked Shane to sign it for me.  Working as I was at that time at all the majors, and having access to a great number of the players, this seemed to me to be a great idea and the trip to the framers was delayed.

I just love Lee Wybranski’s posters.

Seven majors have come and gone since then and I haven’t been able to attend a single one.  Six have been in the States and Covid  travel restrictions meant I was unable to attend with the result that the poster is still in the tube, unadorned by Shane’s scrawl.  The wonderful Americans I work for have long memories, seemingly, and they have asked me to work for them again this year at all the men’s majors – but my pesky Long Covid complications mean it’s highly unlikely I’ll be fit enough to manage a transatlantic crossing this year.

So, it’s all going to rest on this year’s Open at St Andrews, one of my favourite places.  My goal is to be fit enough to work there, go armed with the poster and find Shane – I’ll even have a sharpie at the ready!

I formulated this plan while watching Shane in the final round of the Honda Classic at the weekend.  The burly Irishman was bidding to win for the first time since that magical day in Portrush and after three rounds he was five shots behind overnight leader Daniel Berger, who was playing superlative stuff.  Berger, however, went to bed on the Saturday night and got up the next day with somebody else’s arms on and after only five holes the pair of them (the two players, not Berger’s arms!) were tied.  The American, good enough to play, and win, the anchor match in the Ryder Cup singles last year, was at odds with his game all day, finally shooting 74 to finish fourth.

So close, but it wasn’t to be Shane’s day [@ShaneLowryGolf]

Meanwhile, Shane played beautifully round the demanding Champions course at PGA National in West Palm Beach, where he now lives, and found himself two ahead with six holes to play.  Golf – and tournament golf in particular – has a habit of producing blow and counter-blow.  Just as a Lowry victory was seeming assured enter stage right the talented Austrian Sepp Straka who had been hanging around all day on the leaders’ coattails.

A blistering run through the famous stretch of holes known as the Bear Trap contributed to a final flourish of three birdies in the last five holes for a 66 and a ten under par total.  That left Shane needing a birdie at the last to force a play-off and in a monsoon of a downpour he could only manage a par.  Sad for all the Irish supporters but historic for Austria who now have their first ever winner on the PGA Tour.  No doubt Straka will now be focused on following his countryman Bernd Wiesberger on to the Ryder Cup team, thus becoming only the second Austrian to achieve that feat.

Sepp Straka with his trophy, flanked by his Mum and his wife who surprised him by arriving at the Honda Classic for the final round [Sepp’s Instagram.]

Talking of Ryder Cup matters, last Monday the worst-kept secret in the game was confirmed when Zach Johnson was announced as the 2023 American Ryder Cup captain.  In accepting the top role this five-time playing member and two-time vice-captain of the American team will be attempting to win overseas for the first time in thirty years.  That’s a tall task but I suspect Johnson may well be up to it.

No word yet on the European captain but the smart money seems to be on Luke Donald.

Zach Johnson will be hoping the Ryder Cup won’t be making a one-way trip to Italy [@ZachJohnsonPGA]

Zach seems to fly a bit under the radar as far as the public is concerned but I’ve always liked him.  He has a green jacket and an Open title, won at the home of golf, tucked away in his locker so his playing credentials are tip-top.  I always found him courteous and thoughtful when interviewing him and I’ll never forget him at his Ryder Cup debut at the The K Club in 2006.  He was drawn to play in the singles against Darren Clarke who had tragically lost his wife, Heather, to cancer six weeks previously.  Darren sealed an emotional win on the 16th green in front of an emotional home gallery that rose as one from their seats in the grandstand to serenade him with the “Fields of Athenry”.

There wasn’t a dry eye in the house and such scenes had never hitherto been witnessed at a Ryder Cup.  The rookie Ryder Cupper Zach Johnson was the perfect gent.  He fully embraced Darren at the end of the match, completely getting the bigger picture and supporting the Irishman as best he could, one human being to another.

It was one of those times you realise there are just so many things bigger than you………….and golf.

 

March 4, 2022by Maureen
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Ace In The Hole

This blog’s interests are wide-ranging but its area of expertise is, if not quite non-existent, paltry at best.  As far as golf goes it does not stretch to holes-in-one, although I have had two in a golfing lifetime that is staggering into its 56th year.  Not much of a return for all those swings and, in the early days at least, all those lessons and expert advice.

Even worse, I never saw either of them!  The first one was in a club match    at Oxley Park, just up the road from Molineux and the tee was a bit below the level of the green, which was guarded by a bunker, so I hit some sort of finagle with a wood.  When we got up to the green, there was no sign of my ball, so I looked in the trees behind the greens.  Still no luck and it was only as a last resort that I looked in the hole – and there it was.  My first ace.

Holes-in-one: a matter of skill or simply flukes?

It was also a bit embarrassing because I was already a lot up and when we got in, there was hardly anybody there, so I bought a bottle of sauvignon blanc and twisted the arm of the lad behind the bar, who agreed to have a lemonade or cola of some sort.  A cheap gig but a  disappointing celebration of a momentous (for me) occasion!  The rest of the family welcomed me to the club and wondered why it had taken me so long.

My only other hole-in-one was at the old 13th, currently the 12th, at Whittington, always my least favourite hole.  It’s not long but is surrounded by bunkers, so I have to take a wood, do a bit of fiddling and hope for the best, usually a good bounce off the slope on the lefthand side of the green.  This time I hit it well, there was no sign of it in the bunker to the left, so I thought it had kicked merrily on and over the green, down the dip.  Still no sign, so my playing partner, on the way to her ball, had a look in the hole and, glory be, there it was.

Yesterday morning, on that self-same green, my partner and I shook hands with our opponents in the Winter Foursomes, beaten by 7 and 6, known as a dog licence by older readers who remember the days of shillings and pence when pets did not require insurance.  The consolation was that they played well – 8 over par for the 12 holes, by my count, including a double bogey at the 11th, where we had a shot and I had a tiddler to win the hole and missed.  The darned computer kept wanting to put “toddler”, something even more costly than my tiddler…

The all-conquering Jimenez in the winner’s conquistador’s helmet [PGA Tour I think]

This talk of holes-in-one was prompted in part by Miguel Angel Jimenez’s latest victory on the senior circuit in America – officially the PGA Tour Champions.  The colourful Spaniard, still going strong at the age of 58, won the Cologuard Classic in Tucson by four shots from Bernhard Langer, even more evergreen than Jimenez, and Woody Austin.  En route to his second victory in three events, Jimenez had two holes-in-one, one in the first round and one in the third and final round.  He’s now had 13 in tournaments.

If you think about it, it’s pretty amazing that there aren’t more holes-in-one in professional events, given the level of skill and the number of players having four goes per round (at least; that’s not counting drivable par 4s). The conclusion must surely be that an ace is, essentially, a fluke?!  A happy fluke, deserving of celebration and commemoration but a fluke nonetheless.

At the top of this piece is a picture proudly featuring the three holes-in-one achieved by Moor Hall’s Tony Clayton, whose funeral was last Monday. (Note that for one of them he used a ball from the Masters, cool or what!)  TC, a great friend, who died just short of his 84th birthday, was an enthusiastic golfer but didn’t always give it his full concentration.  One of his regular playing partners, whose wife did all their cooking, complained more than once that Tony was more interested in sharing the intricacies of his latest recipe for black bean soup than giving a putt his full attention.

Part of a wonderful collage of TC’s lovely life, with Moor Hall as the backdrop.  Thanks so much for the friendship, the laughs and the full and frank discussions.

Tony was a Villa fan, so I’m sure he’d have enjoyed this picture, WhatsAppd to me by a friend after Tottenham’s exit from the FA Cup at the hands of Middlesbrough.  Boro were at home but they’re a division down from Spurs and most neutrals would have expected us to win, flaky though our form has been.  Boro won 1-nil, in extra time and it looked to be thoroughly deserved.  Not one of the Spurs fans I’ve spoken to was surprised….

Yet another season without a trophy. Perhaps now the club will abandon the dated, triumphalist “Mighty Spurs” video in the build-up to our home matches. Beyond embarrassing.

A glutton for punishment, I entered the golf writers’ PYP (Pick Your Pro) competition again this year in the hope of improving on my most notable performance thus far – finishing last and getting my entrance money back – but things aren’t looking good.  My choice for this week’s Arnold Palmer Invitational?  Bryson DeChambeau, the defending champion, a man who was bound to play.  Wasn’t he?  Well, no.  He’s got some sort of injury and has withdrawn.  Nul dollars this week.  Unless Lydia Ko plays well in the HSBC Women’s World Championship in Singapore….Go Lydia.

 

 

 

 

 

March 4, 2022by Patricia

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