Seve turns 1 today
Today is a big day around HOG World Headquarters, but not quite because of a golf related subject. It is baby Seve’s FIRST birthday. The last year has been quite a blur, as anyone with a new baby would likely agree. My lovely bride and I have had a blast watching this little guy grow from a tiny helpless baby to a highly entertaining, mobile and FUNNY one-year old. This little guy has really made a big difference in my life. I thought I was too old to deal with having a kid, but I have so much fun with this little guy that I can’t wait to play with him every day.
Yes, Seve’s name is inspired by golf legend Seve Ballesteros.
I can’t wait to see what the next year has to offer with this little guy. He’s just learning how to walk now, by bracing himself against objects or using mom/dad for support. He’s starting to form quite a few syllables too, most of which warm my heart like you can’t believe: “Dada dada dada!”
Hats off to the little guy today.
And now back to our regularly scheduled golf blogram.
Fantastic Balcomie Golf Links in Crail, Scotland
Today is my birthday (please do not send golf gifts hehe). I’m certainly not getting any younger. Each year I lose a little distance off the tee and start wondering if I’ll need to use any of those “male products” which are always advertised on Golf Channel. I’m not talking about buying a Lexus.
So far so good. No Lexus. No enlarged prostate. No balding. No erectile dysfunction. No getting up multiple times in the night to go to the bathroom…
The only problem seems to be my short game, which recently has gotten worse. Perhaps I’ll spend some time today practicing my chipping before my Wednesday afternoon men’s league round with my buddies.
I wonder if my buddies will let me win today? Probably not.
After golf I’ll play with my new baby Seve, who is a little over 11 months old. He is such a joy and makes me feel much younger (except when he screams during the night and wakes everyone up). After Seve goes to bed I’ll enjoy a nice dinner with the fantastic and lovely lady. Wine and a cigar later…
I’ve been at my home course River Oaks since it began; since the pro shop was a trailer. I’ve played the course 1000’s of times and been in on the very beginnings of league play there. Back in 2004, I was so unhappy with how things were being run in the men’s association (see my article on how I shot the lowest score in the club championship but didn’t win it) that I decided the only way to make it better was to do it myself. I then became club president, a position I held for seven years. In that time I took a men’s club which was a bit of a joke, and turned it into a thriving league with weekly participation well over 120 competitors. In my time as pres, I introduced some cool tournaments and formats, like the very popular Hell Day. I’m proud of what I contributed to the league and how I helped it grow.
My time as president ran its course, no pun intended. Due my new family and career happenings, I had to let go of the reins and give someone else a chance to take the club to the next phase in its existence. Sadly the league has gone to hell in two short years. That hard work I put into it has been wiped away.
The situation was most evident this past Saturday. I was running errands with my lovely wife and baby Seve when I received a call at about 4pm. It was golf buddy and really good guy Dan. He was calling to inform me that the club championship “final round” was that day. I had NO idea this was the case. “Final round,” I thought to myself? “Were there other rounds?” I asked. He then informed me that the previous two 9-hole Tuesday rounds constituted the first 18-hole round. There was no notice or information about this. No signup sheets. No entry fees. Nothing. When playing those two previous rounds, no players were informed that those rounds were to be counted toward their club championship. Players were not asked to trade scorecards. Players were playing from different tee sets. I could go on.
Even if I could cancel the rest of my appointments for the day and scramble down to the golf course Saturday, there still would not have been enough daylight to complete 18 holes. My opportunity to compete for my club championship in 2013 was ruined.
I did have time to stop by the pro shop to ask them WTF was going on. They told me that they knew nothing about the event and that they “felt like idiots” not knowing what to tell players when asked about it.
When all was said and done, SIX players competed for the championship. Six. Two of those are pals who dropped what they were doing Saturday and hurried to the course to squeeze in the 18 holes when they found out. That’s why Dan called me, to see if I wanted to join them.
Words can’t express how disappointed I am with this whole pathetic situation. I’m very angry that my opportunity to try and win a club championship was wasted. I’m steaming mad. The good news is that I heard a new member has told the pro shop he intends to run for club president in 2014. His quote was “who is running this thing and what the hell are they thinking?” Couldn’t have said it better myself. I may have considered becoming president again to turn the ship around before it completely sank, but I can’t make that commitment at this time in my life. I hope the new pres (if elected) can turn it around. If the old president is re-elected, 2013 will be my last season as a member of that association.
Its (British) Open Championship week. Lots of previews and prognostications by golf writers, bloggers and media as to whether Tiger Woods will win. Lots of people predicting a flame-out for Rory McIlory or that Phil Mickelson’s FIVE wedges and no driver will get him his first Claret Jug. No need for me to post another nauseatingly repetitive preview. Instead, I’m chronicling my recent rounds on the golf course which has hosted more Open Championships than any other…
My pal Boynie (left) and myself at the Home of Golf – 2011
I have to admit that after my trip to St. Andrews in 2011, I thought the Old Course was not a terribly difficult golf course. I’d come into that trip hoping to break 80 (2-3 handicap) on the Old Course. Despite my nerves, I shot 80-77 my two rounds there, from the tips. I didn’t find the course to be overly difficult or long and felt like I lost a few shots to simply not having any experience in links style golf. I found one bunker in two rounds on the Old Course, hole #4, which led to a double bogey. The rough was manageable. I could hit even a longer iron from the rough and hit a green in regulation or get close enough to have putter in hand for the next shot.
There were tough holes like #11 (par-3) and the Road Hole. I was +4 on those two holes for the two rounds.
When I arrived in St. Andrews a couple of weeks ago I had thoughts of breaking my record on the Old, 77. I could do it if I didn’t make double on #4 or bogey #11 and/or I could make birdie on the easy 8th or 9th holes. It was definitely possible in my mind, shooting a round in the low 70’s.
My ball striking was better than it was two years ago coming into this trip. New, great irons, a new and longer driver. Solid putting as always. I thought my game, despite being one stroke higher in handicap index, could produce some magic on the Old.
I keep saying “I thought” or “had thoughts.” Yes those are all past tense. The Old Lady had other plans for me. I was about to learn a lesson. I was about to see a tougher side of the Old and it would expose parts of my game which I didn’t realize were as weak as they were. Perhaps it was just the mental part which was weak. Maybe it was just that the conditions were tough and I’m being a little hard on myself.
All of the above.
The conditions these two past rounds on the Old were far different than back in 2011. Yes the ground was still as hard as Interstate 15. Yes there were some new tweaks to the course, like the two new bunkers on hole #2 short right of the green. I did manage to test those bunkers out first hand. They’re penal.
The wind this time around was much stronger and on most holes was a cross wind. It was strong enough to force my driver sight lines some 40-50 yards from the intended area where the ball was to finish. That messed with my brain. A gag reflex in my normally solid driver swing ensued. On hole number one in 2011 I hit wedge into the green both times. With a very strong hurt-wind, I hit hybrid on day one and 5-iron on day two. That’s a little different than wedge. Hole one is short. Having to hit hybrid into that green is crazy!
All the “out” holes on the front were extremely tough with a that hard, hurting cross wind. In attempts to hit the ball low or draw it, I’d either smother them low left or hit a double-cross, giant ballooning slice which would be insanely magnified by the wind. Those shots looked like they’d blow all the way to Carnoustie. Needless to say my fine caddie and friend John Boyne had his work cut out for him just finding my tee shots. We found all but one. The ones we did find though, were more often than not in bad situations like bunkers, sides of dunes or in the hellishly long rough.
YOU try to get out of this!
More on the rough.
The Old Course is the host of the 2013 Women’s British Open Championship, coming up a couple of weeks after the trip. The course was already transforming into “championship” form and the rough was waist deep in some places. They were already putting up the fencing and grandstands.
The rough was extremely difficult, not manageable like 2011. On the 2nd round for example, I made it into the rough left of the Road Hole. I took out my sand wedge and attempted to blast it out to the fairway. Three mighty lashes later my ball was out. The first mighty lash advanced my ball about one foot. It was a fine shot. The ball went nice and straight. If those ladies in the Women’s Open find that rough they’ll be in trouble.
Many holes during those two rounds had similar stories. Missed fairways led to deep rough or those very difficult bunkers. Hitting either one meant a guaranteed bogey or worse.
There were many “bogey or worse” situations.
I became a bit beaten down by the conditions and my score. The Lady sensed my lack of respect the last couple of years and took it to me. I resolved myself to simply enjoy the moment of playing the Old Course, and not worrying about the number on the scorecard or the level of my play. That helped. I tried to enjoy each shot as best I could, whether it was my solid tee shot on the par-3 8th the 2nd day, which I had to play 20-30 yards right of the green due to the wind, or my 8th shot (yes, 8th) on the Road Hole. That 8th shot was a perfectly executed running 9-iron from about 50 yards which ran up the false front and snuggled to about two feet from the pin. The one-putt capped off a “solid nine” on the Road Hole.
At least I finished in style. By the time I reached the 18th hole on the 2nd round, the wind was helping. It seemed like that was the first hole of the 36 where the wind didn’t hurt. My tee shot was far past Granny Clark’s Wynd, the road which dissects holes #1 and #18. I was almost to the Valley of Sin. I hit a less-than-stellar running 9-iron to about 25 feet, leaving me with a severely breaking putt from left to right, a back right pin.
I made the birdie putt.
9-3. Quintuple bogey-birdie. A fine finish on the Old. Only golf can produce such painfully joyous irony. The birdie on 18 was my 2nd birdie in four rounds on the Old, the other two rounds being par. On the positive side I’m -2 lifetime on the finishing hole of the most famous golf course in the world.
A Little Scared, or Scarred
I had a couple of opportunities, though unlikely, to take on the Old Lady again before the trip was over. I didn’t work it too hard, rather preferring to play somewhere else, which I did. I was a bit relieved. I realize that sounds completely ridiculous. Having the chance to play the Old Course and feeling relieved not to does sound crazy. I’d had enough though. The lovely Old Lady had proven her point. She sent me home with the two highest scores I’ve shot all season, on any course.
Even more nutty is to consider that I paid thousands of dollars to fly to Scotland for such punishment.
I can’t wait to do it again.
With the biggest tournament of the year coming up this Saturday and Sunday, the fact that I couldn’t move my right arm yesterday was a bit of a concern. In addition, I have four other big tourneys in June along with a trip to St. Andrews the first week of July. The right arm functioning is a requirement for any of these events to take place as planned.
Holocene Cinder Cone near Veyo, Utah
The big tournament this weekend is the Salt Lake Amateur. The one I look forward to most each year, this event is two intense days at Bonneville Golf Course. While I don’t expect to win it, I do want to perform well and break into the finishing money. I’ve made it as high as 10th place, which for me is great considering I’m playing against the young college scholarship players who hit their 4-irons farther than I hit my driver.
Back to the arm not working. This past weekend I took the family to southern Utah for Memorial Day weekend. We did some fantastic hiking in the Dixie National Forest and some chilling out at the hotel pool. Not far from the Dixie National Forest is the town of Veyo, in the heart of what is called “Volcano Country.” In this area there are dozens of what are called “cinder cones.” Cinder cones are a steep conical hill of tephra (volcanic debris) that accumulates around and downwind from a volcanic vent.
We decided to hike the Holocene Cinder Cone outside the town of Veyo, a popular cone with about a 1.5 mile trail around the back. We didn’t see the trail though, so we went straight up the face, 500 vertical feet. The hike was very difficult as the small and light volcanic rocks would give way under your feet. It was almost like trying to climb a sand hill, but if you fell you’d be chewed up by the sharp volcanic rocks.
We made it to the top and hung around the crater of the volcano, which last erupted roughly 10,000 years ago. On highest tip of the volcano were some flowers which attracted huge and beautiful Swallowtail butterflies (picture below).
Butterflies hanging out atop the volcano!
Heading down the 1.5 mile back trail was difficult. The vertical angle along with the very slick volcanic rocks made keeping solid footing hard. The little rocks work like ball bearings under your feet. My first fall was hard. The trail gave way under my right foot and my left side hit hard on the volcanic rock. I didn’t wipe the dust off my leg or left arm. I figured the dust would keep the blood from my volcanic road rash at bay. Fortunately my Nikon, hanging around my neck, was not injured.
The 2nd fall was even harder. I was going straight down a slope when the ball bearing rocks slid under my right foot. I landed on my back, trying to break my fall with my hands. More concerned for my camera I reached for it to see if it had been damaged. I mounted it on my right side figuring that if I fell on my face or on my back, the camera wouldn’t take a direct hit. The plan worked. Just some dust and a small mark on the lens protector.
Reaching for my camera was a new experience in pain. My right shoulder had taken on some damage. Having separated that shoulder and dislocated my other, I didn’t think I’d done either this time, but it still hurt like a bugger.
During the five hour drive home I iced the shoulder. It stiffened and eventually got to the point where I couldn’t reach for the volume knob on the radio. I’m just thankful that Guns N Roses didn’t come on the radio or I might have driven off the road trying to turn the stereo off with my left arm…
Fortunately this morning the arm is much better. So much better that I put my golf clubs in the car in anticipation of my men’s league tournament this afternoon. I have full rotation of the shoulder and just a tiny bit of stiffness.
Thank goodness the shoulder works. I’m ready to knock ‘em dead this weekend!