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

April 9, 2005

Enigma

Filed under: Golf — Bunker @ 8:04 am

Vijay Singh is just that. He grew up hardscrabble, and dealt with allegations of cheating when he was young. He was a golf hustler like Lee Trevino, another rags to riches golfer. Maybe that’s what the latest controversy is all about.

“On the 13th hole, two officials approached me at two different times,” [Mickelson] said. “They were sent by Vijay to check my spikes because he felt they were unduly damaging the greens. If that is the case, I am very apologetic and will make every effort to tap down what spike marks I make in the future.”

Many tour pros continue to wear steel spikes rather than the soft ones the rest of us use. I’ve always felt that those who play early tend to leave spike marks on the greens intentionally. When you see a low-angle shot on television, often there are many, many spike marks visible. Since the rules don’t allow repair of spike marks on any green prior to completing the hole, golfers leave their marks unrepaired out of spite for those behind, or simply because they aren’t thinking about them as they walk off the green to the next hole.

Who can say why Vijay made the call, and why he picked out Phil as the culprit.

Singh has never attracted a following on the US Tour. He is very private, and often curt with responses. Not good press. On the other hand, most players get along well with him. And he seems to be quite personable with fans–when the situation warrants. I doubt we’ll get any real explanation for all this.

Perhap the USGA should change the rules to allow for repairing of spike marks. I always felt being allowed to repair any other damage but not spike marks was a stupid distinction.

April 6, 2005

The Masters

Filed under: Golf — Bunker @ 5:57 pm

I really love this tournament, and would really like to be in the gallery for one of the next two days. You can watch all the big names you want, but I would be following Jesper Parnevik, Shigeki Maruyama, and John Daly. Is that not a group of real characters? Every one of them enjoys playing golf, and they all interact with fans. What a joy it would be to watch them for eighteen holes.

The Masters is special because it is Bobby Jones’ tournament. It signals the real beginning of the golf season, and is played on one of the most beautiful courses in the world. The site was once a nursery, and Jones and Alistair Mackenzie laid out the holes to take advantage of the natural beauty there. The azaleas against the strong green background of pine trees and magnolias are striking.

I will never play Augusta. The course is for great golfers, very wealthy members and their guests, and the occasional celebrity. I played Pasatiempo last year, one of Dr. Mackenzie’s other designs, and thought “Augusta” throughout the round. It is as close as I will get. It would be nice to actually walk the grounds someday.

The Masters’ site has a live cam at the practice area, and a real-time scoreboard for those who care to follow along. And CBS will obey the club’s dictum and only break for commercials four minutes of every hour. Tradition is everything at Augusta National, and some mock them for holding on to the past.

I think those folks are simply jealous.

April 5, 2005

Golf Scramble

Filed under: Golf — Bunker @ 8:04 am

With the right group, a scramble can be a lot of fun. That’s how it worked out yesterday. While the group ahead of us were four good golfers who wanted desperately to win the tournament, we simply enjoyed the afternoon. That enjoyment was dampened a bit due to slow play by the “pros” ahead, but we made do.

My partners were Chris, Tracy, and Brad. Of the four, I’m probably the best all-around golfer. But Brad and Chris could launch the ball. A long way. In many directions! Having said that, we still managed 3-under for the round. A tie for last.

There was a lot of food and beer available. Free. I ate too much, although I don’t really drink very often when playing golf. I stuck with water and Dr Pepper while my partners took care of their share of beer, and mine.

Humor abounded. Every one of us hit the big ball before we hit the small one at least once off the tee. We even had a couple of whiffs, and a tee shot that rolled three inches (I’m being generous!). On the last hole Brad topped a shot which rolled about twenty yards. Another group was driving by on the way in and he jumped in the cart and quickly drove up to his ball. He picked it up and exclaimed, loudly, “I got your ball, Chris!” for the benefit of passers-by.

We started the round on a par three hole. Chris put his tee shot about eight feet from the hole. We all missed the downhill slider for birdie. On the next hole, Chris nearly drove the green. Three of us made great chip shots, but not one held the hard green. We missed that long birdie putt, too. Had we made those putts, the round might have been quite different. We probably would have been much more serious about the score.

Nah.

Putting is the bane of scramble golfers everywhere. And it all seems so simple. Four golfers get to watch each other’s putts roll toward the hole. If it misses, the next person has a good idea of where the ball should roll, right?

Well, one thing I’ve learned over the years is that everyone putts a little differently. Most scramble groups are folks who don’t play together regularly, and have no idea how their partners putt. Some people drive the ball well past the hole, others roll it just enough to get to the hole. Some putt firmly on a putt with a lot of break, and others play more break and let the ball drift to the hole. If a ball skids before rolling, it holds the line better initially, but then slows and breaks more. For all those reasons, and probably a dozen more I don’t grasp, it is hard to predict the line of a putt for someone else. Especially for someone you don’t see play on a regular basis.

I played in a scramble last year where this was readily apparent. The three other guys in my group all missed a putt which had, in my mind, a huge break. Theirs didn’t break as much as I thought they should. I rolled the ball from about fifteen feet and played it about six feet above the hole. It went in. But I tend to read putts from Newton’s perspective–I think “gravity.” I try to put the ball into position where gravity takes over and pulls the ball to the hole.

My perspective would have done nothing to help the other three on their attempts because they all have different vision of the roll.

So it was yesterday. Beyond the simple ability required to make the ball go where we wanted it to go off the putter face, we had to see the bigger picture. And we didn’t.

But we had fun. And helped raise a lot of money for Jerry’s kids.

April 4, 2005

Windy Stuff

Filed under: Golf — Bunker @ 9:09 am

Off to a tournament for the day. It is for MDA, and a scramble. I don’t care much for scrambles, but this is for a good cause. The wind is supposed to be up to around 40 knots this afternoon. That makes the holes along the bay a bit testy. But we get to pick the best of four shots each time, so that is mitigated a bit.

My game may be the comic relief for the day.

April 1, 2005

Sociology 101

Filed under: Golf,Society-Culture — Bunker @ 6:46 pm

Eighteen holes of match or medal play will teach you more about your foe than will 18 years of dealing with him across a desk. ~Grantland Rice

Duncan has learned that.

Funny thing about golf. It will also teach you about yourself.

The game is humbling. Even Tiger Woods hits bad shots. Recently. Several in a single round. And I don’t mean that they are simply bad shots compared to how he usually hits the ball. I mean they are bad shots even by the standards of weekend golfers.

What Tiger and other Tour pros miss out on is the exhilaration we duffers feel when we hit a really good shot–one that comes off the clubface with that unmistakable feel, and the precise trajectory we envisioned, landing just the way we wanted it to, exactly where we wanted it to land. Tour pros expect all that every time they swing the club. The rest of us simply hope for it.

That is why we learn about our playing partners. It is very difficult to keep your own thoughts and emotions hidden in such circumstances. I have never broken par, even for nine holes. But I’ve come close. And there have been many times when I shot one or two strokes over par on the front nine and then played the back ten over. Jekyll and Hyde. It is not an uncommon thing.

Think of the range of emotions in doing something like that. First there is the boost that comes with confidence in yourself. Then there can be the nagging doubts about whether it is actually happening. Then, a resignation that it will all soon end. Finally, it happens. I’ve seen PBS many, many times–Post-Birdie Syndrome. Someone finishes a hole with a tough birdie, then scores double-bogey, or worse, on the very next hole.

For those of you who don’t play the game, consider a night out on the town with your high school or college buddies. These are people you know well, or so you think. Until the drinking begins. Some drunks are passive, some are belligerent. Some get quiet, others get very vocal. Yet you will often see one or two that go through the entire cycle of personas.

That’s what you see on the golf course.

What you find, though, is that most people deal with the ups and downs quite well. Others throw things. Some joke about their own play. Some get very quiet when things are going well and some get very quiet when things are going poorly.

If you, like Grantland Rice, are a student of social interaction, I cannot think of a better place for research than the golf course.

(HT BogeyLounge)

March 30, 2005

Back to Afghanistan

Filed under: Golf,Military — Bunker @ 11:15 am

Yesterday I took some time off. Birdie and I went to the golf course. The wind was still howling pretty good, but we enjoyed ourselves regardless. I shot 80 with no birdies and nothing bigger than a bogey. Birdie shot…. well, let’s leave it at that. It was his first time on a course in some time.

We got some time to talk about his deployment. He is really pleased with his new company commander. They spent ten days in the field recently and trained for the worst case scenario. Other companies were playing around with best case situations. Birdie is concerned that some will get complacent. Afghanistan is still a dangerous place. He will keep his soldiers on their toes.

He talked about how this trip to Afghanistan will be more of a training mission for the Afghan forces, and doing the same things he did with Iraqi soldiers. The Iraqis thought being in uniform gave them license to steal, and Birdie’s soldiers had to break them of bad habits. The Iraqi Platoon Sergeant was a good man, and good soldier, but was having trouble controlling his charges. So they “arrested” him and told the rest of the soldiers the same would happen to them. They whined about being abused, and demanded to speak with their lieutenant.

“We arrested him, too. Squad leaders are next if you don’t straighten up.”

All of a sudden they discovered religion. With that settled, the platoon sergeant came back and had no trouble turning them into a dependable force.

The things we take for granted with our military has to be instilled in others. With ours, we spend several weeks in training them intensely, or several years at our academies. And that is with young men and women who’ve been raised to think of things like stealing as wrong.

This will be a more demanding task for Birdie and the others than simply going in to fight. But they have to be constantly ready to do that, too.

March 28, 2005

Busy

Filed under: Golf — Bunker @ 5:11 pm

The day trip to Bryan about wore this old man out. But, I managed to play golf yesterday morning. Let’s just say I hit golf balls on the golf course. What I did couldn’t really be described as golf. I had one birdie, and a bunch of other stuff.

The wind helped–or hurt. Hard to say which. Many times over a putt I wondered whether the ball was going to roll on its own. It certainly tried to several times. In fact, my one birdie came on a two-foot putt which was cross-wind. I stood over it a long time. One of my playing partners had a downwind putt and it almost rolled off the green. Another had one against the wind and stopped about ten feet short. I rapped mine into the back of the hole, taking no chances.

I was already a bit weary from the trip, and fighting the wind all morning didn’t help.

Today Birdie and his lovely bride spent time taking care of financial business before he departs, and I took off this afternoon to take him to the range. He hasn’t played in a while, and needed some swings. So did I. The wind has abated a bit today, but the range faces directly into it. I never got more than about 200 yards on the fly with my driver, and a 7-iron carried about 120. The course isn’t named Gulf Winds for nothing.

We’ll try in the morning. He only has three more days before he has to return to North Carolina, and only a couple more days before heading out to Afghanistan.

I hope he has a good round tomorrow–one he can remember for the year he’s gone.

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