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Post by evilgrin72 on Jul 13, 2020 21:25:26 GMT -5
SkyBlueBenRound 1 of element 2 at Old Olkham. This course agrees with me, even with (or maybe because of?) the slow, wet conditions. Charged out of the gate with 6 birdies in the first 6 holes before two narrow misses on birdie putts on 7 and 8 stopped at the hole for tap in pars. Another birdie on 9 and turned in 29 at 7 under. Birdied the 10th before another near miss on 11 left me with 3 pars over the previous 5 holes. That was it though, as I birdied out the last 7 holes to come in one shot better than I went out. Only 3 pars on the round, that likely totaled 12 inches. No eagles, unfortunately, never really even threatened it, but a steady stream of approaches that stopped 10 feet and in made for a very relaxing round. R1 : -15 (57)
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Post by IGolfBad on Jul 13, 2020 21:30:46 GMT -5
Week 2, Element 1 I have splintered off from the JPF, and in the process, my wings have been clipped. I have no words except it wasn’t until the 15th hole that I came to the realization that the pre-tee conditions at the start were lying, and the green speed was actually very fast. That and mirroring what Frans said about being unable to see any features on the greens including, in my case, the holes. But I digress: I have no words. +1 My game is in shambles right now, SkyBlueBen... |
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Post by evilgrin72 on Jul 13, 2020 21:30:51 GMT -5
honeybadger64Side note - Genuinely disappointed to wake up and see katana22 second round score, no one will play better than he did in Rd1. Mind the Bollocks. 😂 |
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Post by evilgrin72 on Jul 13, 2020 21:33:53 GMT -5
Week 2, Element 1 I have splintered off from the JPF, and in the process, my wings have been clipped. I have no words except it wasn’t until the 15th hole that I came to the realization that the pre-tee conditions at the start were lying, and the green speed was actually very fast. That and mirroring what Frans said about being unable to see any features on the greens including, in my case, the holes. But I digress: I have no words. +1 My game is in shambles right now, SkyBlueBen... If Mark has no words, something is horribly wrong. Please get them back. You have the best words, lots of people are saying that. |
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Post by IGolfBad on Jul 13, 2020 22:46:04 GMT -5
Week 2, Element 1, Round 2 This one’s for Johnny. 2 cubed. That’s 8. I had a premonition: 8. 8 was the magic number. Probably. Last round, I needed -8 to best Pete, yet couldn’t even beat the ugly off Les. I quickly scanned the round 2 scoreboard. Pete has -3, so that’s not it. I’m confused. The greens just as fast and shiny, I continued my first round ways, and carded yet another routine bogey, and the dread of “here we go again” hung in the air. Same tee shot around the trees on the left on #2, and same 170 yard approach onto that nightmare of a green (let’s face it, most of them were). Overcame my signature pull, caught the right side of the green and the ball made a majestic sweeping counterclockwise arc back toward to pin to come to rest merely 2 feet shy of albatross glory. Took the tapper igg, and said to no one, “lucky beggars can’t be choosers.” Feeling smug, I birdied the short par 4 #3, and suddenly Pete seemed very gettable. Still... I couldn’t shake it. Why 8? Feeling like Jim Carey in one of his less comical, more psychotic roles (“23” if you need it spoon fed to you), I took my tee shot on #6, with its creek dividing the landing area, and left myself a nice shortish uphill second shot on this second par 5. Fearing the crevice just right of the pin, I played it safe into my comfort zone: the rough on the left of green, just beyond the bunker, thank you very much. Well, crap... I usually fly my chips out of rough, or push it about 2 feet closer and no less rougher. So close yet so far. Rolled up my right pant leg and had at it. Caught the fringe, one hop, then the sweet ping of striking the flagstick followed by the even sweeter rattle of a second igg. -4 courtesy of Ben Franklin’s second favorite bird. Laughing all the way to the 7th tee, another downhill par 5, now leading Pete, I suddenly felt my balls turning to steel (well, iron ore, at any rate). Laced a beaut of a tee shot red dead center with a 240 yard second shot to a gigantic green. Struck a 3 iron to within 30 feet (28 to be exact), then let the putter finish the job as I had finally figured out the “very” fast greens (once again, lied to by the pre-tee conditions). Third eagle, and it was only hole 7. Suddenly, beating Pete wasn’t a matter of if but of by how much. Also Phrasing. Bogey on #8 because screw par 3s with slick greens, but birdied #9 to make it -6 at the turn. Round 1 was but a distant memory. Parred the next three in a row, all par 4s, then grinning like the fool that I am, found myself face to face with the fourth par 5. I was giddy. Again, found the green in two, and again made a longish putt to, again, card eagle. Four for four. This was unprecedented. As a flourish, I managed to tame the par 3 14th, going square with it like a friendly handshake, then in anticipation of what was right around the corner, parred #15, as the voice of an unnamed Dead Parrot echoed in my brain: “there are FIVE par 5s on this course!” Oh snap! Excitedly, I ran up to the tee box, driver in hand and surveyed the land before me. Slight dogleg right. Perfect. Let fly the ball and once again, and my highly reliable pull failed me as I came to a stop on the fairway, my view of the green blocked by the woods, and too close to try to carry them (well, probably not, in hindsight). I decided I would aim behind the grandstands on the left of the green and play with more fade than Jim Carrey’s career. Hoping to loop back into the green, once again in two, an idea that was likely not exceptional, given the anything but flat nature of said green. Off it flew, and if not for the fade, would have landed behind the stands as my AWOL pull returned in force, leaving me this third shot:  I can attest to the fact that our zombie gallery ladies go commando. A little flop onto the green, and I settled for a birdie, coz I’m not greedy. Finished out the round with par, and a closing birdie, walked right up to Pete, and said nothing. Just handed him a great big platter of fresh steaming eagle poop. Final score, in case SkyBlueBen was wondering, was -10. And the 8? Well, turns out that’s what four eagles is worth. A premonition! Like my teammate and brother in arms Art @%#*$ Vandelay, I take my hot dogs with a dash of ketchup, a squirt of mustard, and a giant heap of relish.  |
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Post by IGolfBad on Jul 13, 2020 23:21:22 GMT -5
Element 2, Round 1 - Don’t Go Chasing Rainbows Put on my rubbers (always wear two, right, ladies? Can’t be too careful!) and played in the sunniest rain of our day. The only good the rain did me was I could whiz in my Dockers and none would be the wiser. -5 for the edification of SkyBlueBen |
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Post by IGolfBad on Jul 14, 2020 0:00:40 GMT -5
Element 2, Round 2 Kids, don’t speed golf. +2 SkyBlueBen#ReinstateTheBlob |
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Post by katana22 on Jul 14, 2020 3:03:35 GMT -5
Pretty much over this course just not my cup of tea. R1: -8
R2: -9
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Post by fransslabak on Jul 14, 2020 3:29:56 GMT -5
Pretty much over this course just not my cup of tea. R1: -8
R2: -9
SkyBlueBenDid you see this one, Skylar? SkyBlueBen? 😉 |
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Post by SkyBlueBen on Jul 14, 2020 3:53:42 GMT -5
Pretty much over this course just not my cup of tea. R1: -8
R2: -9
SkyBlueBen Did you see this one, Skylar? SkyBlueBen ? 😉 Yep, they all think I'm blind as well as daft  |
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Post by SAM on Jul 14, 2020 4:17:09 GMT -5
 Live streaming my first two (paired) rounds at "Kallen Island" today from 1pm (BST)... Drop in & say hello as I get to grips with my ice skates & hockey stick... Usual place >>> my Twitch channel <<< |
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Post by Loftyando on Jul 14, 2020 5:27:06 GMT -5
Pretty much over this course just not my cup of tea. R1: -8
R2: -9
SkyBlueBen Have a coffee much better than tea |
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Post by Loftyando on Jul 14, 2020 5:34:40 GMT -5
Element 2 Old Olkham Village
Round 1 -13 I was feeling like Tiger Woods in his prime.
Round 2 -3 I was feeling like Loftyando in I don't know what.
I was so pi$$ed off with this round, I nearly needed a new controller, PC, monitors, house, dog and everything else.
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Post by evilgrin72 on Jul 14, 2020 5:56:28 GMT -5
Week 2, Element 1, Round 2 This one’s for Johnny. 2 cubed. That’s 8. I had a premonition: 8. 8 was the magic number. Probably. Last round, I needed -8 to best Pete, yet couldn’t even beat the ugly off Les. I quickly scanned the round 2 scoreboard. Pete has -3, so that’s not it. I’m confused. The greens just as fast and shiny, I continued my first round ways, and carded yet another routine bogey, and the dread of “here we go again” hung in the air. Same tee shot around the trees on the left on #2, and same 170 yard approach onto that nightmare of a green (let’s face it, most of them were). Overcame my signature pull, caught the right side of the green and the ball made a majestic sweeping counterclockwise arc back toward to pin to come to rest merely 2 feet shy of albatross glory. Took the tapper igg, and said to no one, “lucky beggars can’t be choosers.” Feeling smug, I birdied the short par 4 #3, and suddenly Pete seemed very gettable. Still... I couldn’t shake it. Why 8? Feeling like Jim Carey in one of his less comical, more psychotic roles (“23” if you need it spoon fed to you), I took my tee shot on #6, with its creek dividing the landing area, and left myself a nice shortish uphill second shot on this second par 5. Fearing the crevice just right of the pin, I played it safe into my comfort zone: the rough on the left of green, just beyond the bunker, thank you very much. Well, crap... I usually fly my chips out of rough, or push it about 2 feet closer and no less rougher. So close yet so far. Rolled up my right pant leg and had at it. Caught the fringe, one hop, then the sweet ping of striking the flagstick followed by the even sweeter rattle of a second igg. -4 courtesy of Ben Franklin’s second favorite bird. Laughing all the way to the 7th tee, another downhill par 5, now leading Pete, I suddenly felt my balls turning to steel (well, iron ore, at any rate). Laced a beaut of a tee shot dead red center with a 240 yard second shot to a gigantic green. Struck a 3 iron to within 30 feet (28 to be exact), then let the putter finish the job as I had finally figured out the “very” fast greens (once again, lied to by the pre-tee conditions). Third eagle, and it was only hole 7. Suddenly, beating Pete wasn’t a matter of if but of by how much. Also Phrasing. Bogey on #8 because screw par 3s with slick greens, but birdied #9 to make it -6 at the turn. Round 1 was but a distant memory. Parred the next three in a row, all par 4s, then grinning like the fool that I am, found myself face to face with the fourth par 5. I was giddy. Again, found the green in two, and again made a longish putt to, again, card eagle. Four for four. This was unprecedented. As a flourish, I managed to tame the par 3 14th, going square with it like a friendly handshake, then in anticipation of what was right around the corner, parred #15, as the voice of an unnamed Dead Parrot echoed in my brain: “there are FIVE par 5s on this course!” Oh snap! Excitedly, I ran up to the tee box, driver in hand and surveyed the land before me. Slight dogleg right. Perfect. Let fly the ball and once again, my highly reliable pull failed me as I came to a stop on the fairway, but my view of the green blocked by the woods, and too close to try to carry them (well, probably not, in hindsight). I decided I would aim behind the grandstands on the left of the green and play with more fade than Jim Carrey’s career. Hoping to loop back into the green, once again in two, an idea that was likely not exceptional, given the anything but flat nature of said green. Off it flew, and if not for the fade, would have landed behind the stands as my AWOL pull returned in force, leaving me this third shot: I can attest to the fact that our zombie gallery ladies go commando. A little flop onto the green, and I settled for a birdie, coz I’m not greedy. Finished out the round with par, and a closing birdie, walked right up to Pete, and said nothing. Just handed him a great big platter of fresh steaming eagle poop. Final score, in case SkyBlueBen was wondering, was -10. And the 8? Well, turns out that’s what four eagles is worth. A premonition! Like my teammate and brother in arms Art @%#*$ Vandelay, I take my hot dogs with a dash of ketchup, a squirt of mustard, and a giant heap of relish. 😂 He's back! Beautiful recap... It's as if I was there. Nice round too, my friend.. |
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Post by katana22 on Jul 14, 2020 6:22:23 GMT -5
Yep, they all think I'm blind as well as daft I just wanted Ben's name as big as his heart, after all the hard work he does. I thought he deserved it . |
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