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Keep On Swinging

The seniors are at Forest of Arden this weekend – today, tomorrow and Sunday, weather permitting – and I was going to wander over, see a few of the not-really-so-old-codgers that I knew a bit first time around, take some happy snaps and have a congenial day chatting, reminiscing, whatever.  Sadly, the weather did not lend itself to anything but staying indoors listening to the rain hammering on the roof and accepting that it was the ideal time to do all those jobs that needed the outdoors to be spectacularly uninviting.  I didn’t do them of course but they’re on the list…

A slightly younger Peter Baker in action [Getty Images]

It seems that Peter Baker, always a favourite, is now 50 and the host of the Farmfoods European Senior Masters at the Forest of Arden Marriott Hotel and Country Club.  He’s there with a load of other Ryder Cuppers, including winning captains Sam Torrance, Ian Woosnam and Paul McGinley, a star-studded line-up by anybody’s standards.  They’ve had great careers, great fun and they’re still going.  Sam, who probably could never have imagined himself thinking such a thing, said that turning 50 was terrific and why wouldn’t ageing golfers love it?  Colin Montgomerie, over in America, is winning majors at last and Bernhard Langer has been consistently grinding the opposition into the divots.  No doubt their wives, quite a few of whom have been there for the duration, or as near as dammit, are relieved that their men are still hunched over on the putting green, obsessed with the game and outside, not cluttering up the sofa and wondering what to do with their retirement.

Still practising after all these years [Anne Fern]

I have a memory of talking to Sam’s father Bob, a great coach, in New Orleans – or was it that ghastly non-golf course near Atlanta, every hole a separate entity, every house a mansion on a tiny plot, an up-and-down route march of several miles that was a wonderful work-out pre the big Masters at Augusta?  I think Bob was helping Woosie at the time and he was fascinating on the subject, though because he was so enthusiastic and speaking to someone he knew, it wasn’t always easy to catch his drift.  I understood most of the words and some of the concepts and it still makes me smile and remember Bob fondly; sorry your knowledge was mostly wasted on me, Bob, but you did help me understand a bit more about the swing and golf at the sharp end, for which many thanks.  It was always great to bump into you and June and have a chat.

There’s talk of a joint European tour event with the men and women next year but if it’s going to be a head-to-head affair, beware.  I believe there were fisticuffs or, at the very least, full and frank exchanges, when the seniors played the women in Portugal in a season-ending “friendly” a few years ago.  Sadly, I wasn’t there but it was matchplay and there was, I believe, a certain amount of disagreement about which tees should be used.  The women won at the third time of asking and, funnily enough, that was that.  At Whittington Heath we women play an annual match against the seniors – stableford matchplay playing off our own tees and card, which seems to work well enough in that the matches tend to be close – and it’s still going, probably because we always lose!

The LET, seemingly limping along, is hanging fire, apparently, on talks with the LPGA, the R&A and the European Tour but was making a presentation to the All-Party Parliamentary Golf Group at Westminster the other evening.  It’s never a bad idea to have friends in high places and the MPs are keen “to support the sport of golf” in all its forms.  The LET is keen “to promote and develop golf for women and girls” and Mark Lichtenhein, the chair who is trying to hold things together and Trish Johnson, a player with impeccable credentials and vast experience, are in the forefront of promoting the cause.

Flying the flag for golf, from left to right: Mark Lichtenhein, Stephen Gethins MP, Trish Johnson, Baroness Nye, Craig Tracey MP.

Golf is either struggling or thriving, depending on which study you read and sometimes it’s doing both in the same place at the same time.  Nothing’s set in stone and you have to tailor your club or your course or your tour to the circumstances but the game’s the thing and I guarantee it’ll be frustrating somebody somewhere in some form or another for as long as there are people tempted to swing a club.

 

 

October 20, 2017by Patricia
Our Journey

Stay Strong Texas

Precisely two weeks ago Harvey, a category 4 hurricane and the most powerful storm to hit Texas since 1961, smashed into the lone star state bringing with it winds of up to 130 miles per hour.  Catastrophic damage and the ensuing widespread flooding has meant thousands of people have lost everything and are now homeless.  We’ve seen it all before, haven’t we?  And, if we’re lucky, we’ve only seen it via the medium of a screen, be it a TV, laptop, ipad or phone.  But, for me, this one is different.  Very different.

Let’s rewind to the end of 1976.  I was well into my second year at St Andrews University studying French and English.  Where else would an avid golfer choose to study, after all?  Life was good – I was playing on the university golf team, loving student life and pursuing my ambition of gaining a full International cap for Ireland.

Back row l-r: Sue Lloyd, Anne Forbes, Ann Hay. Front row l-r: Maureen Madill, Alison McIntosh.

One phone call was all it took to change everything.  That call was made by Pat Park and she was offering me and a Welsh pal, Lisa Isherwood, full golf scholarships to switch our studies from our respective unis (Lisa was at Lampeter) and head off to Lamar University in Beaumont in Texas.  Nowadays, golf scholarships to the States are common but back then only a few guys, namely Nick Faldo and Sandy Lyle, had tried it and returned home not finding it to their liking.  Pat was the first US college golf coach to recruit any females from the UK – and we were it!  She had already plundered the talent in Canada and was hoping for similar success in Britain.

Beaumont lies around 85 miles east of Houston and is not the prettiest place I’ve ever lived in, being a big petro-chemical industry town.  It was quite a shock for a green, naive 18-year old brought up on the north coast of Ireland and studying in Scotland who was used to seeing nothing but sea, sand and rolling golf courses.  There are times in your life, though, when an opportunity presents itself and sometimes you just have to take a deep breath and go for it.  I suffered six long months of excruciating homesickness – remember, no emails in those days, no skype, essentially no verbal or visual contact with your family.  We communicated by letter.  Receiving a phone call was a scary thing – it meant somebody had died.

Lamar University golf team 1977. Back row l-r: coach Pat Park, Pam Johns, Cathy Kane, Lisa Isherwood. Front row l-r: Debbie Adams, Maureen Madill

It was the best thing I ever did.  I’ve been fortunate enough to have had some very influential mentors in my career and in my life and Pat Park was, and is, one of the finest.  A really good player in her own right, she was an excellent communicator and inspirational in all she did for the team at Lamar.  She steered us to consecutive National finals, the first in Hawaii, the second in Florida, unheard of for a uni like Lamar.  Our relationship has survived the thousands of miles that normally separate us and I’m proud to call her my friend.

My stint in Beaumont changed the course of my golfing life.  I returned to the UK and won a couple of British titles in a 14-month spell and achieved that longed-for Irish cap as well as British and Irish representation.  The pro ranks beckoned and were followed by over a decade of coaching International sides.  My time in Texas paved the way for me to make and enjoy a wonderful living from the game of golf.

After Harvey hit and I realised that Beaumont and surrounds were as badly affected as their better-known neighbour, Houston, I emailed Pat to see if she and her family were OK.  After a couple of anxious days I received this:-

“We are quite safe. We have had our fill of rain the last 5 days but nothing we couldn’t handle. Beaumont and Port Arthur, like Houston, are devastated.  PA got over 25 inches in one day, Beaumont almost 18. There was a time last night that it was raining 6.6 inches per hour in Port Arthur.  Simply astonishing.  Many, many residents have had to evacuate and will be spending time with friends and in shelters until they can get their homes cleaned up or rebuilt. We are probably talking about a few years to get things back to normal.”

Horrific Harvey

I’ve had a look on the news footage at this area that I once knew so well.  The clean-up job will be massive – as will the bill.

Last week the LPGA Tour was playing in Portland, Oregon and former world No 1 Stacy Lewis announced she’d donate all of her winnings to the Harvey Relief Fund.  Stacy lives in The Woodlands, (one of the venues where we used to play college golf) in the northern suburbs of Houston.  It had been over three years since Stacy won a golf tournament, an intolerably long time for one of the world’s best.  In the interim she’s had a dozen runner-up spots but a final round of 69 saw her fend off her opposition.  Naturally delighted to win again, she described the relief effort as “more important than anything.  We’re going to be able to help (people) rebuild houses and get their homes back,” she said.  In her live winner’s interview she was informed that her sponsor KPMG were matching her donation of $195,000 dollars – and that’s when she became teary-eyed.

Stacy – a class act.

I’ve spent a lot of time being teary-eyed thinking of Texas this past couple of weeks.  The people are warm, down-to-earth and great to be around.  I know many, many PGA Tour pros make their homes in the Houston area and are helping with significant donations.  They’ll be needed – there’s a long, hard road ahead.

Go Stacy, Go Texas.

September 8, 2017by Maureen
Our Journey

Are Europe’s Women Worth Saving?

The Ladies’ European Tour is not currently in good health.  The 2017 schedule looks set to be completed with a mere 15 tournaments on the roster, not nearly enough to provide the members with enough playing opportunities from which to make a living, never mind elevate their game to greater heights.

Sadly, this is not a new scenario.  The pinnacle of the tour’s existence was arguably around 1987 when I remember we had 27 guaranteed tournaments and as players we could plan our schedules to suit ourselves – four weeks on and then a week off was a popular format.

Karrie Webb, one of many world-class players to benefit from playing in Europe.

However, by the early 1990s we were in trouble as a tour with purses stalling and tournaments being cancelled as an economic downturn hit us badly.  As players we were told we had to step up to the plate.  We had to work harder in pro-ams to ensure the enjoyment of our amateurs, some of whom were potential sponsors; we were told to dress more smartly; and quite bluntly told we had to improve the level of our golf.  Collectively we rolled up our sleeves and did all that was asked of us, understanding that the product had to be right for the opportunity of attracting bigger and better sponsors for tournaments.  And then, in 1992, against all the odds, we won the Solheim Cup.  Surely that would set us off on a long, elevated, upward curve?  Sadly not, and even more sadly, that pattern of building up, then losing tournaments, then exhorting the players to give more, more and more, all the while keeping the problems “in house”, seems to have continued to this day.  I experienced this first hand, both as a player and as a member of the Board for five years.

And here we are, some 25 years on, yet seemingly, no further on.  A few weeks ago the players were criticised when their frustrations bubbled over and the financial ill health of the Tour was openly talked about.  There have been so few tournaments this year there is no planning required nowadays – the players must play everything they can afford.  In the first six and a half months of this year there were ultimately only five tournaments on offer, but the funds needed to compete in all five were significant as the venues were scattered from Australia to China to Morocco to Spain to Thailand.  That is, quite frankly, not good enough.

So, now comes news that the men’s European Tour chief Keith Pelley and LPGA commissioner Mike Whan have jointly proffered a helping hand to the beleaguered LET.

Does Keith Pelley have the vision the LET needs?

No help should be spurned – but a note of caution here.  The Seniors Tour and the Challenge Tour come under the auspices of the men’s European Tour and are surely direct competitors with the LET for a share in a finite pool of sponsorship on offer.  And it certainly wouldn’t be ideal to become a satellite tour exclusively feeding the LPGA, would it?

If Mike Whan is talking, should the LET be listening?

It would be very naive to think that any offer of help is purely altruistic.  Suggestions have been made of much smaller fields in the schedule and those players playing for more money.  Not a bad idea, but is that not a short-term fix?  Let’s look 10, 20 years down the road.  We want full field events (144 players) and a schedule of 30 tournaments or so that means a player can make a living in Europe. To accomplish that we mustn’t create a future for only the top part of the pyramid.  The entire LET pyramid of players has the depth and talent to merit playing opportunities.  As many tournaments as you can muster are needed, even if it’s at lower prize funds.  Opportunities to tee it up are key for any player’s development.  As a good friend once pointed out to me – if you want to win the top medal in the Chelsea Flower Show, you plant thousands and thousands of seeds.  You don’t limit your chances of success by only working with a small number.

Twenty-five years ago we were at the forefront of women’s sports in the UK.  Now we get less exposure and interest  than women’s cricket, football, tennis, rugby, hockey and athletics – to name but a few.  These sports have been where we currently are.  Surely we can learn from them?  Often, someone somewhere has walked the walk before you.  Just read Judy Murray’s inspiring book, “Knowing The Score”.

And……..something else that makes my blood boil.  This talk of the LET players not being able to make the Solheim Cup a real match.  Yes, the European team will always be partly made up of purely LET-based players and yes, while the schedule is so paltry that is very difficult indeed for us, but the depth of talent in Europe is terrific.  Remember, until a fantastic day’s singles play from a pumped-up US team in 2015 the Europeans were on course for a third consecutive victory.  What short memories the critics have!

One thing we have lacked is a far-seeing, charismatic leader at the helm, someone with a long-term vision and understanding of the landscape of sport and business, who can look beyond establishing their own, limited personal fiefdom.  To attract the quality of individual required a top-rated salary needs to be on offer.  Perhaps this is where any concrete “help” should be directed – in finding and paying for this individual.  This is a tough, tough world but one thing I can guarantee this person – the product you will have to work with is fantastic.

September 1, 2017by Maureen
Our Journey

Are Golf Club Subs Worth Paying?

Recently it hasn’t been too hard to find something to write about but I was struggling this week – until an envelope was extricated from the post box.  It was in with a couple of bank-related missives (credit card statements as it turned out) and it looked similarly official but had a proper, real stamp on it.  Mmmm.  It was addressed to me all right.  I have to try and remember to check before ripping stuff open because I still get post for a mystery woman who used to live here years ago, long before my time and the time of the people I bought the house from.

What delights lurk within?

Anyway, I opened it dear reader – and found the bill for my golf club subs.  Ah.

It wasn’t exactly a shock – it’s that time of year – but I hadn’t read the details in the email that came in a few days ago, informing me that the subs had gone up (didn’t have the strength that day).  This time I took in the figures – and threw the tempting stuff about that big pro-am in Pinehurst into the recycling.

Dai, contrary as always but possibly right, as he was occasionally, thought that we – and golfers in general – paid too little for our membership, that it was remarkably good value.  And that was before retirement, in the days when we were working away so much that we were the perfect members:  we paid our subs on time, in full and hardly every cluttered up the course.  There was the occasional disruption, for instance when my partner and I (not Dai – we were not compatible in foursomes or greensomes, having completely different approaches to the game) were thrown out of one major competition, after winning our first match, because someone noticed that I had not put in three qualifying scores in the previous year.  Oops.  I felt sorry, not for us but for the poor souls we’d beaten.

Whittington Heath: a club worth paying for.

In those days getting the three scores in was tricky beyond belief.  Tuesday was usually a travelling day and Sunday was a working day, so playing in comps was harder than you’d think.  How times have changed.  Flicking through the diary, I totted up more than 40 games at Whittington Heath so far this year.  Not excessive but at the new subscription rate that works out at just under £32 an outing – and there are still four months to go.  Play twice a week and you’re down to just over £12.  And that’s not counting playing in club matches – home and away – or trips to the club for draw nights, meetings, chit-chat and asking advice in the pro’s shop, playing a few holes on a lovely evening, coffee (or wine) and chat in the clubhouse and general putting-off-doing-the-blog visits.

The joys of being a club member:  trolley-pushing in the pouring rain in an away match!

I count that as outstanding value for money and you can’t put a price on the friendships made and the support from those friends over the years.  Bloody hell, it’s a snip at £1,270 a year:  sub 1,190; bar/catering 50; full locker 30 (vital when you haven’t got a garage).  Where are those bank details again?  And do I really need to put the heating on in August? (Paying in instalments adds 3.5%, which is more than my Scottish/sensible streak can bear.  Even though it’s only £3.70 a month extra by my phone’s calculation.)

I do object to being designated an FL – Lady Full Playing.  I am a full playing/paying member full stop – and patently no lady – but categories of membership are still struggling to catch up with the modern world.  I’m a fan of family memberships, to try and attract and keep the 25-45 year olds who are working hard and starting families and may not even be able to play once a week, so £1,000-plus is more than an item.  It’s a minefield out there but if we want to survive and thrive, we have to learn to navigate it.  All suggestions gratefully received.

Yesterday, during my post tai chi, blog-delaying visit to the club, I looked at a friend’s copy of The Times, working from the back as usual.  I flicked through the umpteen pages of football (not even looking for who Spurs might be buying at the last minute), paused for a happy moment on the cricket (is this a welcome real revival of the Windies?), tennis from Flushing Meadows and checked to see what golf was on – the season is still in full swing isn’t it?

No golf.  Not anywhere.  Not that I could see.  That’s one of the reasons I no longer buy a newspaper on a regular basis, much though it pains me.  They haven’t the room or the inclination to cover golf week in, week out.  They cherry pick, leaving us to scrabble for info elsewhere.  Fortunately, the owner of the paper (not Rupert Murdoch) – and someone else who overheard our discussion – was clued up enough to inform me that Robert Rock, who’s a local lad (my friend Barb was his mother’s hairdresser), wasn’t playing in wherever it is this week and finished well enough in Denmark last week to move up to 80th-odd in the order of merit.

I might have found all that out on the internet but it was more fun finding out at the golf club.  And isn’t that what clubs are for?

Good exercise and good company – club golf’s hard to beat.

 

 

September 1, 2017by Patricia
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