Musings from the Merse
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
DUNS ROTARY GOLF
For the first time since arriving in the Borders Huttonian is involved in a Golf Competition-organised by the local Rotary Club at Duns (MPBUI)
Golf competitions are a bit like Bridge-people get over competitive, too serious,tensed and het up and sometimes down right devious. I really only enjoyed this type of activity years ago as a 7 handicap golfer at Trinity College Dublin where I regularly turned out as the highest handicap player in the First team. Being Secretary to the club and a team selector helped me keep my place for some reason I could never quite put my finger on.
Our most serious match was the annual fixture against the Leinster Ladies Team, with two or three international players; they insisted that as 'men' we gave them strokes (npi) and they played off the front tees and we off the championship ones. We rarely won a game but on one occasion I was all square on the 18th tee having fought my way back from rive down against a powerful Amazon (actually a misnomer as she seemed to have had at least three massive appendages not one as was the Amazonian practice to allow a full bow pull).)
As I was about to drive a light aeroplane flew over my head at about 50 feet coming from nowhere-Ah That's my husband said my opponent waving her driver. What a try on I thought, blatant bit of gamesmanship, her husband indeed, fat chance. Trying to put me off.
If so she succeeded.
I lost my ball, my cool and the hole
And irritating enough it was her husband.
A flight instructor from a Dublin flying school. Apparently he always flew over the course she was playing a match on three hours after her teeing off time.
No rule against that apparently.
Won't happen at Duns
Golf competitions are a bit like Bridge-people get over competitive, too serious,tensed and het up and sometimes down right devious. I really only enjoyed this type of activity years ago as a 7 handicap golfer at Trinity College Dublin where I regularly turned out as the highest handicap player in the First team. Being Secretary to the club and a team selector helped me keep my place for some reason I could never quite put my finger on.
Our most serious match was the annual fixture against the Leinster Ladies Team, with two or three international players; they insisted that as 'men' we gave them strokes (npi) and they played off the front tees and we off the championship ones. We rarely won a game but on one occasion I was all square on the 18th tee having fought my way back from rive down against a powerful Amazon (actually a misnomer as she seemed to have had at least three massive appendages not one as was the Amazonian practice to allow a full bow pull).)
As I was about to drive a light aeroplane flew over my head at about 50 feet coming from nowhere-Ah That's my husband said my opponent waving her driver. What a try on I thought, blatant bit of gamesmanship, her husband indeed, fat chance. Trying to put me off.
If so she succeeded.
I lost my ball, my cool and the hole
And irritating enough it was her husband.
A flight instructor from a Dublin flying school. Apparently he always flew over the course she was playing a match on three hours after her teeing off time.
No rule against that apparently.
Won't happen at Duns
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