Easy 10
Brain dead MUG SHEEP
Self indulgent bollocks, but what the hell. I just HAVE to tell you about it.
Roedean pitch & putt this afternoon, 13th hole. Par 3, 79 yards up a slight incline, the fairway sloping a little right to left. A smallish green protected by low banking on either side and behind. A firm breeze was blowing across the tee from the East, and the yellow flag was fluttering buoyantly in the wind, on a clear, sunny day. Little Easy (my 9 year old) tee's off and hits a low drive 3/4 of the way to the green, a good effort.
Grasping my 8 iron, I placed the white Tour Edition 2 ball on the tee, took a couple of practice swings, then addressed the ball. I swung smoothly through the ball, making good contact, and heard a satisfying "thwack" as the club skimmed the underside of the ball. The ball flew through the air just to the right of the target. One bounce on the fairway, and the ball made it to the small bank. The contours of the land, the momentum of the ball, and a small kiss from the GODS gave it just enough to roll up, across, then down the other side and onto the green. Where it rolled...and rolled...and rolled...and then suddenly....it just disappeared.
"A trick of perspective" I thought. "Its probably just settled behind the flagpole, blocking my view of it". But it was very odd how it suddenly just vanished. I didn't dare let myself think the unthinkable...naah, it couldn't be. Surely not. So I set off up the fairway, scanning the green for my ball...nowhere to be seen. I still darn't allow myself to believe it, and start looking around the grass behind the green, thinking perhaps I went straight through. But no, no ball.
Little Easy scampered on ahead and up to the green. "Its not...its not IN there is it ?" I call...."YES" comes the report. "Its IN THE HOLE !"
It takes a moment for the news to register. I stand there stunned, a brief second of dizzyness sways me slightly, before a low, gutteral rumbling begins in my stomach, surges up through my chest, reaches my throat and then bursts forth in an instinctive, primal ROAR.
YYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSS
I stride up to the green, and sure enough there it is, nestling in the hole next to the flagpole. Heart thudding, I bend down and pluck it out of the hole feeling like a KING. The first hole in one I've EVER had. It'll probably be the only one I have in my lifetime. I've always wondered how it would feel, well now I know. Abso-bloody-lutely MARVELLOUS. The last few holes just passed me by and I finished with a distinctly average 66 - but I didn't care. That very ball now sits proudly on my monitor, enscribed with the legend:
"20/3/05 13th Roedean HOLE IN ONE"
Hurrah hurrah HURRAH
Roedean pitch & putt this afternoon, 13th hole. Par 3, 79 yards up a slight incline, the fairway sloping a little right to left. A smallish green protected by low banking on either side and behind. A firm breeze was blowing across the tee from the East, and the yellow flag was fluttering buoyantly in the wind, on a clear, sunny day. Little Easy (my 9 year old) tee's off and hits a low drive 3/4 of the way to the green, a good effort.
Grasping my 8 iron, I placed the white Tour Edition 2 ball on the tee, took a couple of practice swings, then addressed the ball. I swung smoothly through the ball, making good contact, and heard a satisfying "thwack" as the club skimmed the underside of the ball. The ball flew through the air just to the right of the target. One bounce on the fairway, and the ball made it to the small bank. The contours of the land, the momentum of the ball, and a small kiss from the GODS gave it just enough to roll up, across, then down the other side and onto the green. Where it rolled...and rolled...and rolled...and then suddenly....it just disappeared.
"A trick of perspective" I thought. "Its probably just settled behind the flagpole, blocking my view of it". But it was very odd how it suddenly just vanished. I didn't dare let myself think the unthinkable...naah, it couldn't be. Surely not. So I set off up the fairway, scanning the green for my ball...nowhere to be seen. I still darn't allow myself to believe it, and start looking around the grass behind the green, thinking perhaps I went straight through. But no, no ball.
Little Easy scampered on ahead and up to the green. "Its not...its not IN there is it ?" I call...."YES" comes the report. "Its IN THE HOLE !"
It takes a moment for the news to register. I stand there stunned, a brief second of dizzyness sways me slightly, before a low, gutteral rumbling begins in my stomach, surges up through my chest, reaches my throat and then bursts forth in an instinctive, primal ROAR.
YYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSSSS
I stride up to the green, and sure enough there it is, nestling in the hole next to the flagpole. Heart thudding, I bend down and pluck it out of the hole feeling like a KING. The first hole in one I've EVER had. It'll probably be the only one I have in my lifetime. I've always wondered how it would feel, well now I know. Abso-bloody-lutely MARVELLOUS. The last few holes just passed me by and I finished with a distinctly average 66 - but I didn't care. That very ball now sits proudly on my monitor, enscribed with the legend:
"20/3/05 13th Roedean HOLE IN ONE"
Hurrah hurrah HURRAH
