From micromcallister on 9/15/2003.
I did play golf this weekend - at Royal Ottawa Golf Club... a venue with greens so fast they both frightened and excited me.
I kept short-siding myself (missing the green to the side where the pin is located on a green), leaving myself very touchy flops to tight pins... ball-striking wise, the round was ok - but my short game was not nearly up to the test.
While I posted by far my worst score of the year (102), I can't begin to rate the round based on score - the course was absolutely phenomenal - old school - not long by modern standards (just a little of 6000 yards from the whites) - with postage stamp, slick-as-granite putting surfaces. I was giddy with excitement on every hole, and agape at how most of my putts ran happily past each hole. I counted four four putts and four three putts on my card.
Many thanks to playing partner and host Scott Thompson, who provided tips for me on every hole. Sadly, I was unable to execute on most of this good words, instead, finding the exact opposite location to what was instructed. Scott's 30 foot bomb in the gloaming in front of the patio of the 18th hole, proved to be the highlight of the day - a putt the did not go unnoticed by the appreciative diners looking on.
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From micromcallister on 9/15/2003.
I did play golf this weekend - at Royal Ottawa Golf Club... a venue with greens so fast they both frightened and excited me.
I kept short-siding myself (missing the green to the side where the pin is located on a green), leaving myself very touchy flops to tight pins... ball-striking wise, the round was ok - but my short game was not nearly up to the test.
While I posted by far my worst score of the year (102), I can't begin to rate the round based on score - the course was absolutely phenomenal - old school - not long by modern standards (just a little of 6000 yards from the whites) - with postage stamp, slick-as-granite putting surfaces. I was giddy with excitement on every hole, and agape at how most of my putts ran happily past each hole. I counted four four putts and four three putts on my card.
Many thanks to playing partner and host Scott Thompson, who provided tips for me on every hole. Sadly, I was unable to execute on most of this good words, instead, finding the exact opposite location to what was instructed. Scott's 30 foot bomb in the gloaming in front of the patio of the 18th hole, proved to be the highlight of the day - a putt the did not go unnoticed by the appreciative diners looking on.
I did play golf this weekend - at Royal Ottawa Golf Club... a venue with greens so fast they both frightened and excited me.
I kept short-siding myself (missing the green to the side where the pin is located on a green), leaving myself very touchy flops to tight pins... ball-striking wise, the round was ok - but my short game was not nearly up to the test.
While I posted by far my worst score of the year (102), I can't begin to rate the round based on score - the course was absolutely phenomenal - old school - not long by modern standards (just a little of 6000 yards from the whites) - with postage stamp, slick-as-granite putting surfaces. I was giddy with excitement on every hole, and agape at how most of my putts ran happily past each hole. I counted four four putts and four three putts on my card.
Many thanks to playing partner and host Scott Thompson, who provided tips for me on every hole. Sadly, I was unable to execute on most of this good words, instead, finding the exact opposite location to what was instructed. Scott's 30 foot bomb in the gloaming in front of the patio of the 18th hole, proved to be the highlight of the day - a putt the did not go unnoticed by the appreciative diners looking on.
