The Greatest Game Ever Played.
Disneyfied version of the Francis Ouimet story. Doesn't look half bad actually.
Friday, May 27, 2005
Thursday, May 19, 2005
papa's got new shoes (again)
I Recently purchased a pair of Adidas A3s at GolfTown (heretofor referred to as GT).
After playing my first 18 in them on Sunday evening, my small toes were killing me. (Who knew something so small could hurt so much?) The sales chap who served me told me to let him know how I made out with them, so, I figured it would be nothing short of impolite not to do so.
Therefore, a trip to GT was in order. I had to skip out of spin class to do so, but I was able to drop by GT at noon hour today, to browse (I can kill an hour in that place without trouble), and, if he was there, to speak to the gent who sold me the keds in question.
As fortune would have it, he was there. Purposefully, I casually eyeballed the massive shoe display with him in the vicinity, hoping he'd notice me. Sure enough, along he comes, asking how the new shoes were working out. I told him that while I still loved the look (they're sleek lookin' them A3s), I made point of mentioning that they were killin' me after about 12 holes or so.
Sales doode asks if the shoes are in the car. I respond in the affirmative. Sales doode asks if I have the receipt handy. I respond in the negative - adding that I didn't think I'd need it as Adidas are renowned amongst my golf buddies for being so out-of-the-box comfy. Sales doode says no problem, I'll print you a new reciept. At this point, I'm thinking, "Wow, they're gonna give me new shoes for new shoes!" So, off I go (sprint) to retrieve the only-once-worn shoes from the trunk. I return, try on three or four more pair of various brands, all the while I'm overtly apologetic about the entire situation.
I end up with the Footjoys. Appropriately metrosexual, and cheaper to boot! (Boot, get it? As in shoe? Umm, yea, whatever.)
Sales doode tells me there is one problem. I think to myself, "I knew it couldn't be that easy!" But it wasn't all bad - sales doode simply tells me he can't refund the difference - I'd have to make up the diff with an additional purchase. Hardly a difficult task. A sweet, discounted, blueish, equally metrosexual Dunning Golf short sleeve zippy shirt thing is now in the wardrobe.
GT has brought unmatched selection to the region. (Exactly how many different lengths, sizes, configurations and colors of tees does one need?) The one knock against GT that I've heard is that they may not be as service-oriented as smaller off-course store operators. In this case however, I can't be anything but positive about GT.
I really hope the Footjoys don't make my dogs bark - I'd hate to try to push my luck. But if I have to, I suppose I will.
After playing my first 18 in them on Sunday evening, my small toes were killing me. (Who knew something so small could hurt so much?) The sales chap who served me told me to let him know how I made out with them, so, I figured it would be nothing short of impolite not to do so.
Therefore, a trip to GT was in order. I had to skip out of spin class to do so, but I was able to drop by GT at noon hour today, to browse (I can kill an hour in that place without trouble), and, if he was there, to speak to the gent who sold me the keds in question.
As fortune would have it, he was there. Purposefully, I casually eyeballed the massive shoe display with him in the vicinity, hoping he'd notice me. Sure enough, along he comes, asking how the new shoes were working out. I told him that while I still loved the look (they're sleek lookin' them A3s), I made point of mentioning that they were killin' me after about 12 holes or so.
Sales doode asks if the shoes are in the car. I respond in the affirmative. Sales doode asks if I have the receipt handy. I respond in the negative - adding that I didn't think I'd need it as Adidas are renowned amongst my golf buddies for being so out-of-the-box comfy. Sales doode says no problem, I'll print you a new reciept. At this point, I'm thinking, "Wow, they're gonna give me new shoes for new shoes!" So, off I go (sprint) to retrieve the only-once-worn shoes from the trunk. I return, try on three or four more pair of various brands, all the while I'm overtly apologetic about the entire situation.
I end up with the Footjoys. Appropriately metrosexual, and cheaper to boot! (Boot, get it? As in shoe? Umm, yea, whatever.)
Sales doode tells me there is one problem. I think to myself, "I knew it couldn't be that easy!" But it wasn't all bad - sales doode simply tells me he can't refund the difference - I'd have to make up the diff with an additional purchase. Hardly a difficult task. A sweet, discounted, blueish, equally metrosexual Dunning Golf short sleeve zippy shirt thing is now in the wardrobe.
GT has brought unmatched selection to the region. (Exactly how many different lengths, sizes, configurations and colors of tees does one need?) The one knock against GT that I've heard is that they may not be as service-oriented as smaller off-course store operators. In this case however, I can't be anything but positive about GT.
I really hope the Footjoys don't make my dogs bark - I'd hate to try to push my luck. But if I have to, I suppose I will.
Thursday, April 14, 2005
on carts. (or get the heck off of them to be precise)
Ahhh carts. The scourge of North American golf.
Unless you're getting up there in age (re: shortandsliced, which inspired this entry from his original post on Ottawa Golf discussion forum) or have a valid disability, I really don't understand the need for a cart from a golfer's perspective.
Don't get me wrong, I understand it from a revenue-generating perspective for the golf course owner, but from a golfer's perspective, what benefit are you gaining from a cart?
Will you be less-tired at the end of the round, and therefore be able to concentrate better and or put a better swing on the ball? Perhaps.
Will you get around the course faster? Certainly not. (Not unless you're playing a course where you have to drive miles between greens and tees. That reminds me, did anyone see the Masters in high-def? In high-def you could really see how close the tees are to the greens there - it's a bloody shame more designers don't employ this philosophy when building new courses.)
If you ride a cart and you play poorly, what solice can you take from the round? (Record-high beer intake isn't solice, that's alcoholism).
If you walk and you play poorly, at least you know you've stretched your legs.
My 78 year old father plays a very hilly course three times a week - and walks - so perhaps it's just in my blood.
Apologies for the rant, but I couldn't resist. Thought it quite funny that people were wondering how soon in the spring they could "get out and ride".
Unless you're getting up there in age (re: shortandsliced, which inspired this entry from his original post on Ottawa Golf discussion forum) or have a valid disability, I really don't understand the need for a cart from a golfer's perspective.
Don't get me wrong, I understand it from a revenue-generating perspective for the golf course owner, but from a golfer's perspective, what benefit are you gaining from a cart?
Will you be less-tired at the end of the round, and therefore be able to concentrate better and or put a better swing on the ball? Perhaps.
Will you get around the course faster? Certainly not. (Not unless you're playing a course where you have to drive miles between greens and tees. That reminds me, did anyone see the Masters in high-def? In high-def you could really see how close the tees are to the greens there - it's a bloody shame more designers don't employ this philosophy when building new courses.)
If you ride a cart and you play poorly, what solice can you take from the round? (Record-high beer intake isn't solice, that's alcoholism).
If you walk and you play poorly, at least you know you've stretched your legs.
My 78 year old father plays a very hilly course three times a week - and walks - so perhaps it's just in my blood.
Apologies for the rant, but I couldn't resist. Thought it quite funny that people were wondering how soon in the spring they could "get out and ride".
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Friday, May 27, 2005
new golf flick
The Greatest Game Ever Played.
Disneyfied version of the Francis Ouimet story. Doesn't look half bad actually.
Disneyfied version of the Francis Ouimet story. Doesn't look half bad actually.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
papa's got new shoes (again)
I Recently purchased a pair of Adidas A3s at GolfTown (heretofor referred to as GT).
After playing my first 18 in them on Sunday evening, my small toes were killing me. (Who knew something so small could hurt so much?) The sales chap who served me told me to let him know how I made out with them, so, I figured it would be nothing short of impolite not to do so.
Therefore, a trip to GT was in order. I had to skip out of spin class to do so, but I was able to drop by GT at noon hour today, to browse (I can kill an hour in that place without trouble), and, if he was there, to speak to the gent who sold me the keds in question.
As fortune would have it, he was there. Purposefully, I casually eyeballed the massive shoe display with him in the vicinity, hoping he'd notice me. Sure enough, along he comes, asking how the new shoes were working out. I told him that while I still loved the look (they're sleek lookin' them A3s), I made point of mentioning that they were killin' me after about 12 holes or so.
Sales doode asks if the shoes are in the car. I respond in the affirmative. Sales doode asks if I have the receipt handy. I respond in the negative - adding that I didn't think I'd need it as Adidas are renowned amongst my golf buddies for being so out-of-the-box comfy. Sales doode says no problem, I'll print you a new reciept. At this point, I'm thinking, "Wow, they're gonna give me new shoes for new shoes!" So, off I go (sprint) to retrieve the only-once-worn shoes from the trunk. I return, try on three or four more pair of various brands, all the while I'm overtly apologetic about the entire situation.
I end up with the Footjoys. Appropriately metrosexual, and cheaper to boot! (Boot, get it? As in shoe? Umm, yea, whatever.)
Sales doode tells me there is one problem. I think to myself, "I knew it couldn't be that easy!" But it wasn't all bad - sales doode simply tells me he can't refund the difference - I'd have to make up the diff with an additional purchase. Hardly a difficult task. A sweet, discounted, blueish, equally metrosexual Dunning Golf short sleeve zippy shirt thing is now in the wardrobe.
GT has brought unmatched selection to the region. (Exactly how many different lengths, sizes, configurations and colors of tees does one need?) The one knock against GT that I've heard is that they may not be as service-oriented as smaller off-course store operators. In this case however, I can't be anything but positive about GT.
I really hope the Footjoys don't make my dogs bark - I'd hate to try to push my luck. But if I have to, I suppose I will.
After playing my first 18 in them on Sunday evening, my small toes were killing me. (Who knew something so small could hurt so much?) The sales chap who served me told me to let him know how I made out with them, so, I figured it would be nothing short of impolite not to do so.
Therefore, a trip to GT was in order. I had to skip out of spin class to do so, but I was able to drop by GT at noon hour today, to browse (I can kill an hour in that place without trouble), and, if he was there, to speak to the gent who sold me the keds in question.
As fortune would have it, he was there. Purposefully, I casually eyeballed the massive shoe display with him in the vicinity, hoping he'd notice me. Sure enough, along he comes, asking how the new shoes were working out. I told him that while I still loved the look (they're sleek lookin' them A3s), I made point of mentioning that they were killin' me after about 12 holes or so.
Sales doode asks if the shoes are in the car. I respond in the affirmative. Sales doode asks if I have the receipt handy. I respond in the negative - adding that I didn't think I'd need it as Adidas are renowned amongst my golf buddies for being so out-of-the-box comfy. Sales doode says no problem, I'll print you a new reciept. At this point, I'm thinking, "Wow, they're gonna give me new shoes for new shoes!" So, off I go (sprint) to retrieve the only-once-worn shoes from the trunk. I return, try on three or four more pair of various brands, all the while I'm overtly apologetic about the entire situation.
I end up with the Footjoys. Appropriately metrosexual, and cheaper to boot! (Boot, get it? As in shoe? Umm, yea, whatever.)
Sales doode tells me there is one problem. I think to myself, "I knew it couldn't be that easy!" But it wasn't all bad - sales doode simply tells me he can't refund the difference - I'd have to make up the diff with an additional purchase. Hardly a difficult task. A sweet, discounted, blueish, equally metrosexual Dunning Golf short sleeve zippy shirt thing is now in the wardrobe.
GT has brought unmatched selection to the region. (Exactly how many different lengths, sizes, configurations and colors of tees does one need?) The one knock against GT that I've heard is that they may not be as service-oriented as smaller off-course store operators. In this case however, I can't be anything but positive about GT.
I really hope the Footjoys don't make my dogs bark - I'd hate to try to push my luck. But if I have to, I suppose I will.
Thursday, April 14, 2005
on carts. (or get the heck off of them to be precise)
Ahhh carts. The scourge of North American golf.
Unless you're getting up there in age (re: shortandsliced, which inspired this entry from his original post on Ottawa Golf discussion forum) or have a valid disability, I really don't understand the need for a cart from a golfer's perspective.
Don't get me wrong, I understand it from a revenue-generating perspective for the golf course owner, but from a golfer's perspective, what benefit are you gaining from a cart?
Will you be less-tired at the end of the round, and therefore be able to concentrate better and or put a better swing on the ball? Perhaps.
Will you get around the course faster? Certainly not. (Not unless you're playing a course where you have to drive miles between greens and tees. That reminds me, did anyone see the Masters in high-def? In high-def you could really see how close the tees are to the greens there - it's a bloody shame more designers don't employ this philosophy when building new courses.)
If you ride a cart and you play poorly, what solice can you take from the round? (Record-high beer intake isn't solice, that's alcoholism).
If you walk and you play poorly, at least you know you've stretched your legs.
My 78 year old father plays a very hilly course three times a week - and walks - so perhaps it's just in my blood.
Apologies for the rant, but I couldn't resist. Thought it quite funny that people were wondering how soon in the spring they could "get out and ride".
Unless you're getting up there in age (re: shortandsliced, which inspired this entry from his original post on Ottawa Golf discussion forum) or have a valid disability, I really don't understand the need for a cart from a golfer's perspective.
Don't get me wrong, I understand it from a revenue-generating perspective for the golf course owner, but from a golfer's perspective, what benefit are you gaining from a cart?
Will you be less-tired at the end of the round, and therefore be able to concentrate better and or put a better swing on the ball? Perhaps.
Will you get around the course faster? Certainly not. (Not unless you're playing a course where you have to drive miles between greens and tees. That reminds me, did anyone see the Masters in high-def? In high-def you could really see how close the tees are to the greens there - it's a bloody shame more designers don't employ this philosophy when building new courses.)
If you ride a cart and you play poorly, what solice can you take from the round? (Record-high beer intake isn't solice, that's alcoholism).
If you walk and you play poorly, at least you know you've stretched your legs.
My 78 year old father plays a very hilly course three times a week - and walks - so perhaps it's just in my blood.
Apologies for the rant, but I couldn't resist. Thought it quite funny that people were wondering how soon in the spring they could "get out and ride".
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