Bunker Mulligan "Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry." ~Mark Twain

May 11, 2004

Dave Pelz

Filed under: Golf — Bunker @ 5:59 pm

Dave Pelz has done a lot to identify the real physics of golf, especially the short game. Both his Short Game Bible and Putting Bible have information not available anywhere else. Because he is a physicist, the analysis he did for both is solid experimentally. And, because I’m an engineer, it all makes sense to my logical thought processes.

Dave has reached his limits, though, when he begins to describe how to take this information and put it to work. I don’t mean that his drills aren’t of value. They are. And probably of much more value than those developed by most instructors.

What bothers me is that many of them can’t be done by regular golfers. Dave seems to think we all have exclusive access to a practice green with a 100-yard approach area and various bunker configurations. I don’t. Nor does anyone else I know.

Dave likes to say things like “Set up a 10-foot radius circle around a hole on the practice green….” If I tried to bogart 314 square feet of practice green out at the course, those old guys would run me out of town. Today on Golf Channel Academy, one of Dave’s PGA friends showed how to work on putt alignment. He used a T-square to make a mark perpendicular to the putt’s line. And he made the mark by scratching it in the grass on the green. “Just tell the course superintendent the grass will heal itself in a couple of days.” Right. Course superintendents are so understanding when folks destroy their work.

I try to apply the things Pelz has found to work through research. I just doubt he’s done much research on course management attitudes.

May 7, 2004

Military Retiree Golf Tournament

Filed under: Golf — Bunker @ 8:53 pm

We’re getting older. That’s the consensus opinion at this year’s tournament. It was a tough conclusion for most of us to reach, being as young as we are, personally. But some of our fellow players are definitely getting a little long in the tooth. The primary topic of conversation before and after play was the question of including some children, less than 50 years old, in the mix. How do you do that when applications for entry exceed the number of openings and you don’t want to simply discard guys who have supported the tournament for 20+ years?

One of my partners this week spent a short span of his life, but a huge part of his youth on Iwo Jima manning a tank flamethrower. Another had a high school coaching job lined up right out of college in 1950 and ended up in Korea. He said, “Next thing I knew, I had 31 years in the Army.” I’m one of the youngest in the group at 51. Because the group is aging, handicap indexes are climbing.

It really is a little thing. I am a borderline B player in general. A players would typically carry an index in single digits, with B players being in the next range up to around 15. I’m at 14.1 and just missed being in the “good player” group this week. What that means is that the best player in each group was not significantly better than the next. That doesn’t mean the competition wasn’t good, but that the level of play will continue to decline.

Anyway, the day Dad and I were on the same team we took first place for the day. His team yesterday also took first at 11 under par. My team only managed 5 under. I didn’t feel like I played well, but looking back afterwards I realized that I got us two or three of those birdies. In the C rankings, Dad finished in second place overall, and I took third or fourth in the B rankings. So I put some of the entry fee money back in my pocket, and Wednesday’s win paid for my gas on the trip.

Nothing to impress Tiger Woods, but I feel pretty good about it all. Bogey will be here in San Antonio tomorrow, and we’ll play Pecan Valley while the wives shop.

May 3, 2004

Sign In

Filed under: Golf — Bunker @ 1:04 pm

Relief. I just went out and checked in for the tournament and the cutoff for A-players is 14.0 index. My 14.1 put me in as a B-player. The B range only goes to 17.5, so there’s a tight group of players of similar skill level this year. Tonight we have the opening banquet, and get to meet up with old friends we haven’t seen in a while. I forgot to bring the digital camera. Damn.

One nice thing that has never happened in these things is I get to team up with my father one round. He is a C player this year. The rotation takes us to Olde Oaks, Hal Sutton’s course south of town, tomorrow. On Wednesday we play together at Barksdale AFB’s Fox Run. The foxes have been relocated to a more wooded area of the base away from people, but the name remains. That’s Dad’s home course and host site for the tourney. Then we play Crooked Hollow in Shreveport on Thursday.

May 2, 2004

Travel

Filed under: Golf — Bunker @ 2:19 pm

Made it to the parents’ house. Came close to being involved in an accident. Two girls were driving their Mustang in the left lane of a divided highway and almost got rear-ended by a semi. For those of you not in Texas, the left lane is for people going at least 20 MPH above the posted speed limit. They weren’t, and I was passing them on the right when the truck came up from behind. He managed to slow down to their speed about two feet behind them, and couldn’t change lanes because I was there.

Anyway, I found out my 14.1 handicap index is enough to make me an “A” player for the tournament this week. I just hope I don’t get lynched.

April 28, 2004

Golf Weather

Filed under: Golf — Bunker @ 12:05 pm

I had a really good group to play golf with in Dallas. We all walked and carried our bags, and all liked to get out early. We often had the first tee time on Saturdays and Sundays. We played regardless of weather. Courses close when there is frost on the ground because walking on frozen blades of grass will kill them, especially on the greens. Also, there were several holes which flooded during heavy rains. Either of these would keep us off the course, as would lightning. With those exceptions, we played. Even if we were the only ones on the course.

When you say “Dallas,” people instantly think “hot.” Yes, it gets a bit warm in the spring, summer, and fall. Thirty days of 100+ isn’t rare in North Texas. But I’d rather sweat than shiver, myself. One of the reasons we played early is that we usually finished our round before the thermometer reached that threshold.

On other days, though, a cold wind could freeze your nose off in thirty minutes. I’ll tell you about one of those days.

The four of us showed up at the pro shop as usual. The air was heavy and humid, with a frozen breeze swirling through the trees. I wore my silk long johns, along with several other layers topped off by my Gore-tex pullover and knit cap. Ready to roll. My partners were all dressed similarly. We were well-known at the club as refugees from the asylum, but even the head professional was a bit shocked to see us. “I guess today’s just a bit too rough to play.” Someone asked, “Have you closed the course?”

He laughed. “No, it’s open if anyone is crazy enough to go out and try it.”

We looked at each other. “Let’s go!” The young man who took care of the clubs and equipment said something about wanting to play. He had often mentioned going out with us some time when his schedule allowed it, so I asked the Head Pro, “Can he play with us today?” The pro looked at him with an incredulous, questioning gaze. “If he’s stupid enough, you’re welcome to take him.” Off we went.

I don’t remember how long it took for us to finish nine holes, but we moved pretty quickly. We enjoyed having the course to ourselves–no waiting for anyone ahead of us, and no being pushed by someone behind. My toes were losing their feeling, but other than that, things were just fine. The poor young bag boy wasn’t having nearly as much fun as we were. But he kept up, and only complained about the cold wind three or four times.

When we finished the ninth hole, one of the guys said, “I need to go into the locker room and get something. Anybody want some coffee or hot chocolate.” We all requested coffee–except our pick-up partner. “You’re not going to play another nine holes, are you?”

Well, as a matter of fact, yes. The rest of us headed over to the tenth tee.

The poor young tyro was torn. Should he listen to his common sense and go back into the club where the temperature was at least forty degrees warmer, or listen to an ego that wouldn’t allow him to be bested by a bunch of old men? It seemed like a long time before he decided. He was almost frozen in his tracks trying to decide which direction to walk. He finally found a compromise he could live with. “Yeah, I’ll finish out the round. But I need to go let the pro know.”

So, he went inside for a few minutes of warmth before rejoining us on the tenth tee. And he finished the round without mentioning the cold.

But he never played with us again. Dementia might be contagious.

April 26, 2004

Golf Tip

Filed under: Golf — Bunker @ 8:11 am

This is a sign posted at a golf club in Lake City, Florida:

1. Back straight, knees bent, feet shoulder width apart.
2. Form a loose grip.
3. Keep your head down.
4. Avoid a quick back swing.
5. Stay out of the water.
6. Try not to hit anyone.
7. If you are taking too long, please let others go ahead of you.
8. Don’t stand directly in front of others.
9. Quiet please… while others are preparing to go.
10. Don’t take extra strokes.

Well done!
Now flush the urinal, go outside, and tee off!

April 23, 2004

Classic Courses

Filed under: Bunker's Favorites,Golf — Bunker @ 11:09 am

Judging golf courses as “classic” has become a bit of a fireside hobby. It is a marketing tool for resorts and daily fee courses around the world, so there is often some propagandizing that goes along with the effort. Golf Digest and Golf Magazine often publish articles citing the Top 100, Top 25, or Top Courses You Can Play. They?re tedious, in my view, and serve primarily to boost advertising revenue.

In The Classic Golf Course, Trevor Ledger puts in his perspective: history, harmony, and location. Of the three, I would substitute course strategy for location.

As an example of location, Ledger cites the Old Course at St. Andrews.

Take St Andrews Old Course for example; that exact layout could be reproduced anywhere in the world if enough money and expertise were available but would it be as popular? Would it be as ‘good’ a golf course? Would it be a new ‘Mecca’? Nay, nay and thrice nay. The replica would not have the Eden Estuary to provide the scenic backdrop and coastal weather systems.

I agree that the location in this instance adds something, but that single attribute is completely overshadowed by his two other parameters. In fact, it is more closely aligned with harmony, as location could be any shoreline locale that offered similar aesthetics. It is classic partly due to the harmony with existing terrain.

History is essential. A course must stand up to play over decades, showing a challenging and different face with changing conditions and players. I?ve played Pasatiempo in Santa Cruz, California, recently, and can agree with Ledger and Tom Doak on many points regarding this Alister MacKenzie design:

Mackenzie had intimate knowledge of the ground at Pasatiempo in California, loving it so much that he built his last home there in 1932 and his ashes were spread across it in 1934. Doak himself is refreshing in his admission of awe at the subtlety that Mackenzie employed, finishing his review with: “True to Mackenzie form, it plays much longer than the 6,400 yards on the scorecard; I wish I knew how he managed to do that.”

It plays long because MacKenzie understood the terrain he built the course on, and used it to “lengthen” the course. One example is the third hole, a par 3. It is 217 yards long, all uphill. You must hit the green or the rough around it, else you find your ball rolling back down the approach about 30 yards. The left front of the green has a bunker, so a high fade is in danger of landing in sand. It all seems so logically simple, yet required solid understanding of local wind and rain patterns to build.

That, to me, highlights what is classic. Pasatiempo, Augusta National, Pinehurst #2, the Old Course, and Pebble Beach all have endured. But that endurance requires ability to change. Each was considered a work in progress for years. Augusta National still is. That is based not on changes necessary for golf, but changes necessary for Tour golf.

Classic courses all challenge the golfer with different shots. Nothing is more tedious than playing a course with a driver and a sand wedge all the way around. This is emphasized in many newer courses on the par 3 holes. Most new courses have four, five, or six sets of tee boxes to accommodate golfers of all skill levels. But four par-3s on any given course will all measure about the same distance from the back tees?something close to 200 yards. Every one. On a calm day, they all require the same club off the tee.

My home course is far from being a classic, but the architecture certainly has the potential. We have several risk-reward holes, some par-5s that can be reached in two (with out of bounds and other trouble as risk), and a variety of par-4s. If played down the fairway, as designed, it can yield some low scores. Go at it from the wrong direction, double bogies ensue. But even so, there are a few clubs in my bag that never come into play unless I do something stupid.

Golf is a mental game above all. There are certainly physical skills involved, but the mental is overpowering. A classic course is one where you are challenged to keep your mind focused on the shot at hand. A classic course offers distractions in the form of scenery, predominant winds, deceptive slopes, and optical illusions. It offers some risk and reward options. It must challenge your mind, but be a pleasure to play even when your score isn?t as good as it might be. History plays a big role in that aspect. When I played Pebble Beach, I shot 103. But I enjoyed every one of those strokes. I insisted on playing across the cliffs on #8, and put two balls in the ocean. But it was something that I had to do for myself?make it across to the green like Nicklaus or Palmer.

Shinnecossett in Groton, Connecticut, is a classic. It isn?t well-known, but it is still a classic. Donald Ross designed it, which gives it instant credibility. But is has been in operation for more than a century. And it offers a challenge along with scenery. It is typical Ross, with domed greens, hidden bunkers, and false fronts. Its holes are varied, yet all come together as a whole. It isn?t long, but can play that way if you stray.

This appreciation and knowledge of the bare canvas from which a golf course develops is seemingly passed on to the golfer who plays it. Perhaps this is that indefinable ‘something’ which marks a course as a classic, the subconscious knowledge that the course is at one with the land whence it came.

A course that flows gently through the landscape while providing a full range of challenges is the goal of every quality architect.

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