Thursday, September 01, 2005

Golf: not just for geezers any more……………………

Just like all you Golf Punks out there, Americans will think of any excuse to get drunk. This past weekend in Dewey Beach, Delaware, golf was the excuse. I was on my way to the beach at 9:00 am when I passed by The Starboard, one of the East Coast’s best bars. I noticed a tent in the parking lot that displayed a huge sign that read “Bar Golf”. Telling my friends that I had to do “research” for Golf Punk, I strode into the crowd to get some insight in to what was going on. The young girl at the tent told me that $20 would buy me a bar golf tee shirt and admission in to the game. She then explained how Bar Golf works: Dewey Beach has 18 bars, and each bar serves as a “hole”. Each hole has a designated drink that players must drink in order to keep score. If a golfer takes the chosen drink, he is par for the course. If he opts to take another, he has birdied the hole. If he does not take a drink, he has bogeyed the hole. Players are given a marker, whose job it is to mark the tally on the player’s shirt. The tournament lasted all day, rather delaying my trip to the beach. The scene at the end of the night resembled the fall-out from a Happy Gilmore wrap party. Whatever was remembered probably wasn’t seen and what was seen definitely shouldn’t be remembered.
Still, Keep Yourself Nice!


Bar golf goggles: A (wo)man’s best friend.

Words and Pictures by Brynne Ashton

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  Wednesday, August 31, 2005

It's Just Not Cricket

M Leigh & NM Smith v AJ Stewart and GA Small – Wentworth GC West Course 18th August 2005

It all came about during an auction at the England v Australia Twenty-20 non-match at the Rosebowl in June. My mate Neil generously paid charity a substantial sum for the honour of giving two ex-cricketers time off from watching Ashes cricket to play us at Wentworth’s West Course, home of the HSBC World Matchplay.
On arrival at Wentworth we were greeted by two English cricket legends; step forward ex-England Captain, wicketkeeper and 18 handicapper, Alec ‘Stewie’ Stewart. Partnering Stewie, the former Gloucestershire and England fast bowler better known for his looks than his 10 handicap, Gladstone ‘Stone Man’ Small. Although we were giving away 8 and 2 shots respectively, it was only after we raced into a 3-hole lead after 3 that we realised we weren’t going to get hustled by the competitive ex-sportsmen. Stewie’s tee shot on the 1st was a shove into trees on the right, after which he confessed that he could easily walk out to bat (and occasionally make a quick trip back to the pavilion) in front of 90,000 spectators at the MCG, but teeing up his ball in front of 2 strangers on one of the best courses in the country was slightly more daunting. We helped look for his ball in some foliage only to discover once found that it was stamped with both his name and the Chelsea FC logo. If we’d known this before we wouldn’t have bothered looking.
Surprisingly, we reached the halfway hut two-up. Stewie had already been mocked about ‘dropping his balls’ by some local cad on the practice putting green and was once again subjected to a similarly original jibe when handling a sausage sandwich at the halfway hut. The Stone Man’s round to date had resulted in the shedding of 4 lost balls and minimal contribution to the match.
The match had continued to produce golf of a reasonable standard coloured by very few halved holes and a boatload of lost balls for Gladstone. We reached the 18th tee all square and the honour was with the cricketers. The pressure was on and these two melted like tarmac in the searing Surrey sun. Stewie duffed his drive into a bushy spot on the right so Stone Man took an iron for safety. Unfortunately for him it his eighth lost ball cannoned into another bushy enclave. Stewie hacked around in the trees for a while before again being subjected to hilarious ‘don’t drop it’ comments from some construction workers by the green. The duo then conceded to a par and a one-hole defeat. They’d received a golfing lesson that would most probably be easily forgotten by the following day, and our expected prize of winning a pair of tickets for the Oval test was sadly replaced by a mere handshake.
After another ‘don’t drop it’ directed at Stewie from some wag, we moved into the clubhouse for a Ploughmans lunch and a swift pint. Decent blokes, awful golf and a lot of lost balls, what more could you want.

Words by a mate of Gav’s

8/31/2005 8:22:32 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)  #  Comments [0] 

  Friday, August 26, 2005

Fairway Fashionistas

So, it seems that Ian Poulter is no longer the star dresser on the PGA tour. Don’t get me wrong, he still has amazing trousers, but I was surprised to see that he was rather muted compared to some of the other getups I saw. The USPGA was like a fashion catwalk, with players trying to outdo each other on the course. Every time I turned around there was one outrageous outfit after another. The wildest ensemble by far was Darren Clarke’s black and metallic pink pinstripe pants with matching magenta shirt. People were actually stopping and taking pictures of his outfit. I have to say, he looked sharp. It takes a real man to wear magenta. Rory Sabbatini won the ‘patriotic golfer of the week award’ for his camouflage pants (that he apparently wears once a week). Sergio wins the most improved dresser award for his fetching red shirt with matching Adidas golf shoes, although he still refuses to unbutton the collar. Needless to say, Jesper, Freddy Jacobson, and Richard Johnson were resplendent in their neon J. Lindeberg apparel. I don’t quite get the sweat band halfway up the arm; is it a fashion statement or for tendonitis? Either way, I’m happy that golf has finally become hip. All I can say now is: “Keep wearing those tight pants, guys!”

Clarke's fashion clinic featuring surgical glove.

Words and Pictures by Brynne Ashton

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  Thursday, August 25, 2005

Ashes Test

I hereby issue a challenge to all GOLFPUNK online readers eager to find alternative ways to waste those soul-sapping days at work. Visit www.stickcricket.com, play the Ashes game (as England) and see if you can win in less than 11.1 overs. And if you dont believe its possible, heres the evidence....


Any one out there who can prove they can beat this feat gets a set of Lindeberg sweat bands and a sleeve of Srixon Soft Feels. Game on!

Time Wasted/Record Set by Gavin "Busy" Newsham

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  Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Devon knows why they're all so crazy!

We were down at the cradle of golf in Devon recently where we came across some very strange behaviour.
Chatting in the clubhouse we heard about the golf-mad Vicary family who just can’t keep away from the course.
Mother, Sue, is ladies captain and plays to a wicked eight handicap. Son, James won the club championship last week and when we visited their home we found father, Pete, daughter, Kate, and the two dogs glued to the golf on the tele.
Chatting non-stop about golf, however, isn’t the extent of their addiction. In their living room is a telescope that looks down across the links. Whenever one of them is out playing on the course they are constantly being watched in the house – a sort of rural live update feed.
In fact, Sue has even gone so far as to text James on the course to tell him that his stance is shut!!
While we applaud their obsessive love of the great game and welcome them warmly into the GP family we must inform them that they are in flagrant breach of rule 8-1, which prevents a player giving advice to anyone in the competition playing on the course other than their partner.
That’s a two shot penalty family Vicary!

Do you have or know of any weird golfing behaviour? Get in touch. Why? Because we told you to!!

Words by Shaun McGuckian

8/23/2005 5:41:16 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)  #  Comments [0] 

  Thursday, August 18, 2005

It's getting hot in here, so take off all your......

Introducing another of our transatlantic GolfPunks, it is my pleasure to introduce to you Brynne Ashton. This time reporting from Baltusrol Golf Club, Springfield NJ. They had some golf match there the other day. First I've heard about it!

Well, what more can I say about my week at the PGA Championship in New Jersey other than “Thank God that’s over. I need a drink!”

It took me two days to recuperate after spending seven full days at the tournament, but my feet still aren’t happy .

I thrive on this stuff. I love being in on the action. I love the fact that you can walk alongside the players, and I love being outside, but this week was brutal. The heat index on the course reached 115 degrees Fahrenheit, and it was so humid. Luckily, I know how to dress to beat the heat however, the same could not be said for 99% of the crowd. Countless men were so sweaty that they looked as if they had jumped into the pond on the fourth, not to mention the handful of people who passed out and had to be taken away in an ambulance. When anchormen from the Golf Channel start contemplating skinny-dipping you know it’s hot!


Levet's so hot right now!

Even the players could not escape the heat - Tiger and Vijay were dripping before they teed off. The people who I felt sorry were the police officers who followed Tiger, Vijay, and Phil. These poor guys walked 18 holes in full uniform in the dead heat. Talk about devotion to the job. To be able to survive this week took a hardcore golf fan, and I am proud to say that I stuck it out like a true GolfPunk.

Words and Pictures Brynne Ashton

8/18/2005 3:08:36 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)  #  Comments [0] 

  Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Scrap of the Month?

Don’t know if you’ve heard about this but it has created mammoth-sized debates at GolfPunk Towers.
Jason Gore, a 31-year-old American pro, won on the Nationwide Tour, with a phenomenal score. But that’s enough of the poet’s corner.
He actually did win on the second play-off hole after finishing tied on 23-under par. That included a brave 63 in the final round and an astonishing- only seven people have ever done this in the universe na-ne-na-ne-nah – 59 in Friday’s second round.
This was mentioned in our spurious discussions but it was not the main point. (We were the other six who shot 59. Did it on the Megadrive when we were 12.) What we were more fascinated with was Gore’s promotion to the main PGA Tour.
Because he’s won three events on the Nationwide Tour – actually he’s won the last three on the bounce- he gains what is known in the States as a ‘battlefield promotion’. This gives him a chance to play on the main tour, have a good week, make a million dollars, win the grand slam next year and retire to Hawaii, which he has just bought. It’s a golfing version of the American Dream.
On the whole we agree with them. What a great idea to promote players but, have they fully exploited this idea? Could there be a relegation battle?
Imagine: At the end of each month the bottom 20 performing players get relegated to the Challenge Tour to be replaced by the Top 20 performing Challenge Tour players. (Or insert similar dramatic style finales here.)
We’ve all seen the exciting finales when it comes to retaining your card at the end of the season, or in that last desperate struggle to make the Ryder Cup teams – Ian Poulter’s 8-under par back nine, in Germany, for example.
What if this was repeated on a month-by-month basis? Could we make the most enthralling game on the planet even more exciting? Could this ruin the sport for hard-working pros?
Let us know what you think.

Words by Shaun McGuckian

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  Monday, August 15, 2005

Practice Makes... Well Just Practice

Practice makes perfect, or so we’re told, and never is the adage more widely used than in golf. This is why the practice grounds of golf clubs worldwide are at any time of the day a microcosm of the golf club community (a sweeping statement made solely by my experiences of my own club). A grim menagerie of characters battling with their own demons, all the while secretly hoping the club pro saw that last shot they just ripped down the middle, and missed the series of whiffed drives that preceded it. Whether you are the 18-handicap dentist trying to put 30 lessons worth of tuition into practice, a newcomer haplessly ingraining swing faults, or the one anomalous player who is peppering the 250-yard marker in the distance with an irritating consistency, a strange mood of camaraderie inevitably exists among the assembled crowd. A mutual appreciation of the travails that befall every person who call themselves golfers create a feeling of kinship among us avid practicers, united in the knowledge that each person carries their own burden of mental scarring inflicted by the game. This comradeship transcends each individual’s attempts to gain the attention of the golfing gods. It’s enough to turn you spiritual. Whether to be released from the curse of the duck-hook or to be blessed with a solid short game, us Saturday hackers will continue to serve our penance among the sand-filled divots of the practice ground, praying for absolution.

Amen to that.

Words by Giles Cornwall

8/15/2005 7:23:27 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)  #  Comments [0]