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Japan For Rugby – And Golf

It was raining yesterday morning when I got to the golf club, that mizzling stuff that’s not heavy but persistent and very, very good at making you feel damp and miserable.  I used to call it ‘wetting rain’, much to Dai’s irritation.  “All rain is wetting,” he’d say.  So I was gratified when a friend – English, not Irish – described it that way.  I think she also called it “that Welsh rain”, which was even better.  Perfect, really, because Dai, who was born in Crewe, felt very Welsh.

I believe it was a rugby master at school who first called him Dai (the Welsh diminutive of David) and, with a paternal grandfather who was born in Swansea or thereabouts, that was it, the deal was done, the boy was Welsh.  His sister and brother were afflicted differently – they’re English but there’s no accounting for taste.

Dai used to win a lot of rugby bets with an English friend who persisted in backing England during the then Five Nations even though Wales were in their pomp.  Year after year Dai won the money by backing Wales and then, when the tide turned and England started punching their weight and making proper use of their resources, he stopped backing Wales and still won the money.  His friend was aghast, horrified, mega annoyed at this treachery and his failure to win back any of his money.  Where was blind national pride when you needed it!

Well, both England and Wales supporters are in for a nervous weekend, with England playing New Zealand, the defending champions, in the semi-finals of the Rugby World Cup in Japan and Wales playing South Africa.  I’d like Wales to win the whole thing, not because I am, as Dai used to say, Welsh by insertion but simply because they’d be a new name on the trophy but I won’t be putting any money on it.

Good thing they’d sold out of this year’s shirts before I got my order in…..

I’ll have a relatively relaxing weekend because Ireland, world No 1, according to the rankings, a few weeks ago, were taken to the cleaners by the All Blacks, outplayed, mangled, stomped upon, however you want to describe it.  Funnily enough, a hammering is much easier to take than a BBU (brave but unavailing), a narrow loss, where you know there were moments that could have made all the difference….if only, if only.  There were no if onlys for us last weekend.  We could have lost by quite a lot fewer points if we hadn’t made some crass errors – unforced they’re called in tennis but they weren’t unforced, they were forced by the excellence, the relentlessness of the opposition; our minds had turned to mush.  Ah well, given our resources reaching the quarters is pretty good.

Rory McIlroy, a keen rugby fan, was at that match against New Zealand because, in a smart bit of scheduling, he was in Japan to play a skins game against Tiger Woods, Hideki Matsuyama and Jason Day.  Day, an Australian, won most of the money but Rory got to watch the rugby and play a bit of golf with BOD, Brian O’Driscoll, one of Ireland’s greatest ever rugby players.  Nice work, even when Brooks Koepka is reminding you that you haven’t won a major since he came on tour…..

I’m not convinced that Brooks’s jibe, gentle enough though it is, is a good idea.  Rory’s no Tiger, a single-minded obsessive intent on world domination – which he achieved at no little personal cost.  But Rory is a competitor and Brooks might just have ignited a slow-burning fuse.  Let’s hope there are plenty of fireworks for us to enjoy.

At a vastly lower, more or less subterranean level, I once won a long jump competition because one of the other competitors got so far up my nose that I jumped two feet further than I’d ever jumped before.  She had jumped further than anybody else and was going round asking everyone what their best jump was, knowing that she was way ahead of us all.  She was an arrogant little sod and inspired me beyond my capability.  Two feet is a hell of a long way, the sort of improvement that would have the drug testers knocking at the door the next day.  Except that we had no drugs testers at schools level in those days and no drugs cheat would be idiotic enough to improve by that much in one go – surely?

Anyway, I’d like to see Rory win more majors, perhaps even a Masters, though that may be the one that eludes him, simply because he wants it so much.  Barring accidents and injury he’ll be competing for an Olympic medal in Japan next year and he’s confirmed that he’ll be representing Ireland.  Being from Northern Ireland, he could choose GB or Ireland and he avoided making a decision by not competing at the last Olympics in Rio because, he said, of the danger of the Zika virus.  Justin Rose won the gold and the whole event took on a different aura.

Rory has now committed to playing for Ireland, the country he represented throughout his amateur career and the thought of him and Shane Lowry, the Open champion, teaming up is mouth-watering.  Except that Olympic golf is not a team thing – yet.  Individual strokeplay has its place but Olympic golf needs to be different and introducing a team element would be a good idea.  Even better, make it a mixed team event.  You could still have individual events for men and women but a mixed team event would pay more than lip service to the mantra ‘growing the game’.

Tiger on his way to a first round of 64 at the Zozo Championship in Japan [Ben Jared]

Japan is a country so golf mad that it inspired Tiger Woods to a first round of 64, six under par, in the Zozo Championship the other day and encouraged all those who think the former world No 1 should choose himself, the US captain, to play in the Presidents Cup in Melbourne in December.  Fine.  If Tiger chooses himself he consigns the Presidents Cup, which is currently less competitive than me against Tiger head to head playing level from the same tees (I exaggerate but not by much) to eternal nothingness, a non-event sans pareil.

Your choice Tiger.

 

WHGC’s new clubhouse is coming along.

 

October 25, 2019by Patricia
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Golf And Its Mixed Blessings

Quite a few years ago now I played golf with a good friend at Handsworth in Birmingham, home club of the sainted, much-garlanded Bridget Jackson.  We were about half way round when he said, slightly shamefacedly (though I may have misinterpreted his expression):  “You know, you’re the first woman I’ve ever played golf with…..”

“Oh, really?”  I said, fairly non-committally but really I was thinking:  “Blimey, how odd is he?  Weird.”

In my defence, growing up, all the men I knew had played golf with women – well, girls, females of the species – so I’d thought nothing about it; it was just the natural order of things.  Maureen and I played with Dad and his friends in matches where no quarter was given and concessions were rarer than hen’s teeth.  And they could have taught Stephen Potter a thing or two about gamesmanship.  That training has come in useful in matches where the opponent’s attempts at putting you off are so pathetically unsubtle and crude that they almost work because you’re laughing so much…

 

Stephen Potter wrote a lot of books on a variety of subjects but his forte was gamesmanship and oneupmanship.

I mentioned Stephen Potter to a friend earlier this week and she looked blank, she’d never heard of him.  Back in the day his manuals on gamesmanship, oneupmanship and golfmanship were required reading – not only for the sneaky ploys and gambits they detailed but also for the laughs and acute observations on the human condition.  See if you can root them out and enjoy their evil genius.  They’re still funny and I had to exercise considerable self-restraint to stop reading after last night’s photo shoot.

Potter does talk a little bit about mixed golf, mainly of the foursomes variety but I suspect that he could have written a whole book about the subject if he’d put his mind to it.  Annika Sorenstam and Henrik Stenson are hosting the Scandinavian Mixed, a tournament for men and women, at Bro Hot Slott Golf Club in Stockholm for three years from June 2020.  It’s co-sanctioned by the European Tour and the LET and is yet another noble effort to persuade people that golf is for everyone.

Annika is joining Henrik in hosting a mixed tournament in Stockholm.

It is, of course but after the Handsworth revelation, I started paying more attention and realised that my mate was not alone.  It dawned on me that a vast majority of men had never played golf with women and, in fact, many – if not most – of them regarded us as a completely alien species, especially if we pitched up on the fairways.  Not so long ago one of our male members, unforgivably, told one of our older women members, who was just out for a quiet 9 holes with her friends, that she shouldn’t be on the course at all.  I’m not sure that she’s played since.  Unfortunately, she didn’t discover his name so he got away with the sort of bullying that should be completely unacceptable and beyond the pale.  He deserved a suspension.

At Whittington we women have our competition day on a Tuesday and the tee is booked until 1130.  The men, most of whom play most days, are massing well before then, pawing the ground, anxious to be off and doing their very best to intimidate the women out last – usually the older members who are just out for 9 holes.  Do the men give them a decent start and leave them in peace, secure in the knowledge that they only have to restrain themselves for 9 holes?  Do they buggery.  Their behaviour is rude and discourteous in the extreme and they should be ashamed of themselves.

I’m thinking of booking the last tee time from now on….

Take time to study the fungus and flora on the course – especially if the men are in bustling, bullying mode behind!

All this is leading up to the sad admission that the Seniors beat – well, mangled more like – the Ladies’ Captain’s team in our annual match on Monday.  We’ve tried tinkering with the format but they almost always win – I think we’ve had one halved/tied/drawn match – and this time our last pair prevented the whitewash by halving their match.   Those of us who’d been hammered were cock-a-hoop!  Phew.  Humiliation only.  Not total annihilation.  We played better ball stableford matchplay, with the men playing off their card and us playing off ours.  In the past that had proved quite an equitable system, with most of the matches quite close but there wasn’t much close about the latest encounter.  The only conclusion to draw is that we didn’t play well enough!

The next day, it was the Ladies’ President’s team versus the Ladies’ Captain’s team and that was a draw!  It was also historic in its way because, if the new club constitution is passed, there won’t be another ladies’ prez; it’ll be the end of an era.

An honourable half: ladies’ president Jean (left) and ladies’ captain Suzanne share the spoils [Thanks to Chrissie Fisher for the pic]

Congrats to Helen Alfredsson, the inimitable Alfie, the US Senior Women’s Open champion, who kept on her major roll with victory in the Senior LPGA Championship at French Lick, Indiana, on Wednesday.  The Swede was the only player to finish under par, on 214, 2 under and finished three strokes ahead of Juli Inkster, back in playing action after being the US captain (non-playing) at Gleneagles last month.

Alfie wins again, the Senior LPGA Championship [Rick Sharp]

It was a less successful, if possibly record-breaking, championship for Lee Anne Walker.  “I may have made the Guinness Book of World Records,” she said after racking up 58 (FIFTY-EIGHT) penalty shots over two rounds.  Walker hasn’t played competitively for a few years and she – and her caddy – hadn’t twigged that the caddy is not allowed to line the player up any more (unless the player moves away after being helped with alignment).  It’s rule 10.2b apparently.  Walker’s playing partners on the first day didn’t notice anything untoward but on the second day people were more observant and mentioned the infringement on her 5th hole.  After consultation,  officials decided that Walker had incurred 42 penalty shots on day one and 16 on day two, giving her scores of 127 and 90. (Walker was not disqualified for signing for an incorrect scorecard  because she didn’t realise she’d broken any rules – rule 3.3b.)

“What can you do…?” Walker said, speaking to Doug Ferguson of Associated Press.  “It was my fault for not knowing the rules.  I don’t have anyone to blame but myself.  Big lesson learned.”

Ignorance of the law is no defence:  Lee Ann Walker racks up the penalties at French Lick [Rick Sharp?]

Finally, Suzann Pettersen and her son Herman are the featured pic because the Norwegian, who holed the putt that won Europe the Solheim Cup at Gleneagles last month, has written a moving and heartfelt letter to her son about the whole emotional occasion, her last act as a tournament professional.  It’s wonderful and you can find it on lpga.com, ladieseuropeantour.com and various other .coms.  It’s well worth a read but keep the hankies handy.

 

 

October 18, 2019by Patricia
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Out With The Old, In With The New

The nights are drawing in, it’s getting a bit chilly and here in Lichfield some of the trees are being wrapped up warm (see above) but a lot of us golfers are looking ahead, thinking about renewal, out with the old, in with the new.

A while ago Maureen told me that I wasn’t to buy any new clubs until she’d given me a few lessons in an attempt to sort out what passes for my swing.  I suppose I’d mooted retiring my Ping Eye 2s, irons that are now classics if not quite old enough to be genuine antiques.  These days my golf bag is enormous – twice as many pockets as anyone needs, ideal for misplacing all manner of items from hats to waterproofs to car keys to purses and engendering any number of unnecessary minor panics – but it only has to accommodate 10 clubs.

Fewer clubs mean fewer decisions to make.

In practice, out on the golf course, I rarely use more than 7 of those clubs on a regular basis.  My 5-iron is useful for keeping the divot bag hanging at a handy height; the 8-iron is pressed into service now and again; and the pitching wedge, a Norman Drew special, is lucky to see a ball from one week to the next.  My most used club, apart from my long-suffering putter, is a hybrid (22 degrees of loft apparently).  It is looking a little the worse for wear because I have nothing between it and the 7-iron, so it is overworked, fiddling and finagling its way around the golf course to the bafflement of people who can hit irons properly.

Anyway, now that Mo is taking the plunge and updating her battle irons – well, wee skirmishes are more the order of her current forays on the fairways – she has conceded that technology has moved on and even I will benefit from some modern equipment.  I’ve paid my subs for the coming year, so, all being well, golf’ll be on the agenda for another 12 months and there’s no reason not to make an effort to play better.  I’ll miss the hybrid but if Henrik Stenson has retired the trusty, much-loved 3-wood that brought him so much success (including the Open at Troon after that final round battle royal with Phil Mickelson), who am I to argue with the march of progress?

Stenson is playing in the Houston Open this week and for those of you of a technical bent, his new club is a Callaway Epic Flash Sub Zero 3-wood.  It replaces a Callaway Diablo Octane Tour 3-wood that came out in 2011 and Stenson remained devoted to the same model until his latest version caved in at Wentworth last month.  You can read all about it on pgatour.com, including details of the Project X HZRDUS Yellow prototype shaft, painted blue for Stenson, who said, with a refreshing lack of jargon, “The old stuff is out and the new stuff is in.”

Will new clubs help us all find the pot of gold – or just the pot – at the end of the rainbow?

At a slightly lower level (but only slightly), a friend, a good golfer, a former international, who’s recently retired, is living up to her promise to start playing more golf and went for a couple of club fittings.  It was Titleist first and though she liked the clubs, she couldn’t stomach the fitter.  “He treated me as if I was a little woman who just wanted a clever man to sort me out!  Ugh!”

The Taylormade day was a totally different experience:  “The young chap talked me through the difference in shafts, showed me the Trackmaster readings and so on.  Very interesting.  At the end of the session I thanked him and he said that he really enjoyed it!”

Guess which clubs she’ll be playing for the foreseeable future!

Not much use being a technically clued up salesperson if you’re clueless when it comes to the people you’re dealing with.  A bit of a glitch in the customer service training programme perhaps.

Talking of glitches, my passport hasn’t turned up yet and the other day I was reminded that I probably had the AGW Trophy tucked away somewhere since I’d won it last year.  It can’t be that time, already, surely?  A year since being blown to blazes by the mighty winds of Hoylake?  But it was and I couldn’t remember if I had the trophy or not.  I checked and no one else had it, so it was down to me and the search commenced in earnest.  There was no reason to panic, not really, because this year’s comp isn’t until the end of the month and we’re only just into double figures.

The Fred Pignon Trophy, which has been presented to the winner of the AGW Championship since 1961.

I kept calm and carried on looking – and there it was, at the back of a cupboard stuffed with stuff.  It was a bit grubby but it’s polishing up nicely, although many years of wear and tear have ensured that it’s not as silvery as it used to be.  Distinguished I’d call it.  The golf writers have been playing for it since 1961 – first winner Ben Wright – but it was first presented in 1931.  The original inscription is a bit faded and battered but reads:  “Low Nut Trophy Presented To The National Open To Suspicion Champion By Golfdom Johnny Walker Cup Tournament 1931.  Won by FJC Pignon at Scioto, Ohio, on June 25th 1931.”

Fred worked for the Daily Mail and was one of the founder members of the AGW.  I don’t have my name on many trophies but I’m inordinately chuffed that it’s on this one four times – or will be when the engraver’s done his or her work.  Must have found my level.

And before I forget, hearty congratulations to Leona Maguire and Stephanie Meadow, who have secured their LPGA tour cards for next season, terrific stuff.  Wishing them both continued success and perhaps we’ll have an Irishwoman – or two – on the next Solheim Cup team……

Leona Maguire, a graduate of Duke University, has justified all the sponsor support by qualifying for the LPGA Tour via the Symetra Tour.

 

Stephanie Meadow, who kept her LPGA card by holing a 25-footer at the last hole of the Volunteers of America Classic at the Old American GC, near Dallas, last week.  Phew.  Here’s to 2020.

One last thing, we’ve had a few requests for a larger and darker typeface and the blog, as ever, is open to suggestions.  All help gratefully received.

 

 

 

 

 

October 11, 2019by Patricia
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Bravo For Bifurcation

Did you catch any of the final day’s play on the Old Course last Sunday?  It was the denouement of the Alfred Dunhill Links Championship and while I was delighted that Frenchman Victor Perez procured his maiden professional win it was the pro-am team competition that really captured the imagination.  The McIlroys, Rory and Dad Gerry, were in hot pursuit of Tommy Fleetwood and his amateur partner Ogden Phipps who set the clubhouse lead at 39 under par.  Rory finished with six consecutive birdies, finally providing the support to Gerry’s stellar play, to tie the leaders.  Family McIlroy had to settle for second, however, as the tiebreak was decided by the better professional score and Tommy had finished at 19 under to Rory’s 15.

“Right edge, Rory. Now, try and get on the card!” [Courtesy of European Tour.]

Still, it was a lovely 60th birthday present for Gerry.  My interest was piqued, however, when Sky Sports’ Tim Barter asked Rory if the duo would play next year for Gerry’s 61st birthday.  “I don’t have any real ambition to play again.  I’m happy enough with what we’ve done,” came the reply.

I found that a little puzzling until I read later of the Ulsterman’s criticism of the European Tour course set-ups as being too easy.  He stated:  “…if the European Tour want to put forth a really good product the golf courses and set-ups need to be tougher.”  He added:  “There are no penalties for bad shots” and “I don’t feel like good golf is regarded as well as it could be.”  He summed up his frustrations with this:  “I’m honestly sick of coming back over to the European Tour, shooting 15 under par and finishing 30th.”

Well said, Rory!  But I’d go further.  It’s not the set-up of the courses that needs to change first.  Rather, it’s time for a serious reining in of the equipment and time, I think, for a tournament ball for professional play.  That’d be a good start.  Why can’t each manufacturing company be charged with producing a ball that is defined by rigorous conditions which would primarily limit distance?  That way the great courses can still be played as their designers intended without the need for adding ridiculous length.

It’s the prodigious distances that the modern professional hits the ball and the fact that many tournament venues require nothing more than a 9-iron second shot at par 4s that make many of the tests too easy.  The artificial “tricking up” of some of our great venues, purely to increase the difficulties for the professionals, is not the answer.

Tiger and Jack have both spoken out in the past about the need to address the equipment issues threatening the game.

So, that leads us to a word much reviled by the powers-that-be – bifurcation.  This would mean accepting two sets of rules, one for the pros and one for the amateurs.  Allow the amateurs to take advantage of all the technological advances there are with clubs and balls – but not the professionals.  The advancement of today’s equipment makes it difficult for the really top players to separate themselves from the pack.

The supreme skills required to be a really good long-iron player or to have the ability to move the ball both ways are dying out due to the test the pros face on a weekly basis.  The current recipe for success is hit it as hard and far as you can, be a good wedge player and have a good short game.  That’s fine, but what happened to the skills of playing mid- and long-irons into par 4s and sometimes from straggly rough that gives the player a sporting chance?  More searching than bomb-and-gouge from ankle deep stuff.

Strategy will play a bigger part too.  The modern game is becoming boring to watch and rounds are taking forever, not least because of the courses being stretched to their limits.  Rein back the equipment, limit the ball and the skills required will subtly alter, making the sport multi-dimensional and watchable again and our great courses will remain relevant.  Bifurcation is not a dirty word, it’s a beautiful word.

Changing tack slightly, my great pal Mary McKenna and I were guests of Mo Richmond at her Ladies’ Captain’s Day and Dinner last week at Royal Liverpool.  I didn’t realise that they had actually partnered each other in Curtis Cup foursomes many moons ago but I always knew they were two of the best amateurs that these islands have ever produced.  They could each have made a success in the professional ranks but chose to follow other career paths and, according to them both, without any regrets whatsoever.

I look on in envy as Mo shows she still has it! [Courtesy of Mary McKenna.]

With Mary and Mo getting ready for the Lady Captain’s dinner at Royal Liverpool.

We were royally entertained and had a lovely evening swapping golfing stories and experiences with a very vibrant, jolly membership, some of whom we’d known for decades and some of whom we met for the first time that evening.  I think I speak for everyone present when I say we could listen all night to Mary Mc, whose passion for the game is undimmed.  These get-togethers are to be treasured and once again I found myself silently sending thanks to Mum and Dad for introducing me to the greatest game of all.

October 4, 2019by Maureen
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