Triumphant story to share today, and it involves the Macanudo Cru Royale cigar.
On the 10th hole in the weekly money game I gave my opponents the typical courtesy warning I always do when lighting up. It goes something like this:
“I’d like to kindly inform you that I’m about to light up a cigar. Before I light it I’m giving you the opportunity to surrender.”
They looked at me and chuckled it off a little bit. Then I hit a 330 yard drive. I hadn’t hit a good drive all day. Following two straight pars I came to the long par-3 of about 225 yards. I striped a 4-iron to the center of the green, then drained a 30 footer for a birdie two. Game on. Puff puff.
The rest of the back nine I was in the zone. For the seven holes I was smoking the Cru Royale I had six pars and a birdie. One under par. I made my first and only bogey on the back nine on the last hole. No cigar. But by then the match was over. My partner and I dominated.
What makes the Cru Royale so good? Here’s the description from my friends at Famous Smoke Shop, which has a large selection of macanudo cigars.
Macanudo Cru Royale cigars are a medium-bodied, full-flavored selection from one of the cigar world’s most highly-acclaimed brands. Crafted under the direction of the legendary Benji Menendez, each cigar has a core of Nicaraguan & Dominican Viso longfiller with Brazilian Mata Fina, plus a proprietary Dominican La Vega Especiale binder rolled in an Ecuadorian Habano seed wrapper. Expect a well-balanced, aromatic smoke brimming with rich, complex flavors on a savory finish.
Macanudo Cru Royale Toro
- Strength: Medium
- Size: 6 x 54
- Country of Origin: Dominican Republic
- Wrapper Color: Natural
- Wrapper Origin: Ecuadorian
- Wrapper Leaf Type: Habano
- Price: $7.49 per cigar
The numbers don’t lie. I may have to be smoking a Cru Royale on every golf hole I play for the rest of my life.
Bonneville 12th Green
It was my first “senior” tournament this past Saturday. I still don’t understand how I’m a senior golfer but don’t get senior discounts at burger places… Anyway..
I get to the range and start pumping balls over the fence at the back of the range. I’m killing it. I get to #1 tee and hook the ^&$@ out of my tee shot. Somehow I make birdie anyway. On the 2nd hole I hook the @#$%* out of it again and hit an OB fence, bouncing back in play 60 yards. I still make a triple-bogey 7. I haven’t made a triple in a tournament since, well maybe 3-4 years ago.
Later in the round I’m putting for eagle on the par-5 5th and I feel an itch on my shoulder. I itch it and feel a bump under my shirt. It’s a wasp. He stings me. I try to get him out of my shirt and he stings me again. I rip my Dunning shirt off and run around while my players watch me wondering WTF I’m doing. I make birdie.
The rest of the round I had a hard time hitting any kind of drive. I hit such a horrid drive on the par-4 7th that I put a sky mark in my driver. Never done that before, ever. It went about 200 feet straight up and forward about 30 yards. When the ball was at its apex, a guy in my group said, “oh my God.” All I could do was laugh.
I shoot 79 and can barely keep a driver in play the whole round. Strange because my driving has been fantastic all year. I’ll chalk it up to being a senior and try to forget about it.
Amateur golf tournament season is winding down here in northern Utah. I’m playing one of the last tournaments of this year a little later this morning. It’s the club championship at Bonneville, one of my home courses. I didn’t realize it was club championship weekend and I didn’t plan on playing in the 36-hole, two-day championship because, well, I’m not going to shoot two rounds of 66. So I’d just be donating.
But my buddies signed me up for the “Saturday” portion of the event. I came to find out the club also has a “Senior Championship.” I qualify now, at 50. So “what the hell?” I’m thinking. I’m not going to beat the 22 year old flat-belly college scholarship guys on the University of Utah golf team, but maybe I have a chance against the old farts.
Bonneville Golf Course Aerial Photo by Tony Korologos
For a golf blogger some days are great and some days are awesome. The awesome ones are when unexpected packages show up for review, and they’re not another bent piece of metal known as a “golf club stand.” Oh no. The awesome days are when those unexpected boxes of joy contain really useful, tasty, enjoyable, relaxing, score-improving…. Davidoff limited edition golf cigars.
The Davidoff Golf Scorecard Edition 2016 cigar is a Gran Toro format. This is about a six inch cigar which is fairly thick with a ring gage of 55. “Enjoyment time” (love that) is about an hour. During that our I offer my golf opponents the opportunity to surrender, because I’m deadly with the cigar as my 15th club. Today they declined the offer and paid the price. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
This Dominican based cigar is wrapped in a veinless leaf. I didn’t know how much I would like that until I had one. The strength is medium to strong by my experience, but Davidoff’s rating is medium.
A box of five hours of enjoyment time will run about $120 but don’t fret. That’s the same cost as a couple of boxes of Titleist ProV1’s, but you won’t find any great cigars in the bushes.
Wow it has been six days since the last post here. I think that’s a world record, even for when I’ve been traveling. That’s like John Daly going 10 minutes without a Diet Coke. On the personal end of things there have been a lot of changes in my world, which have had an effect on HOG’s world operations. I got a new position at a local company as a Sr Web Developer. Yes, I’m sure this comes to a surprise to those of you who thought golf bloggers made millions, but that’s the deal.
So I’m getting used to a new schedule. The new schedule has hurt the golf game a bit, and having just started this new gig my brain is a bit fried. So I haven’t had the cranial energy reserves to put out a quality post. In my (small) mind, no post is better than a crap post. Not to worry. HOG isn’t going anywhere but up, or to the golf course. I’ve been at this gig for over 11 years and I don’t plan to stop anytime soon.