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My earliest golf revelation? "This game is harder than it looks." Mike Mike Dalecki I do not patronize spammers! Help keep RSG clean. Expect the same etiquette from me on RSG as on the golf course. RSG Roll Call: http://u1.netgate.net/~kirby34/rsg/daleckim.htm
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Mine came carrying my dad’s bag at the City Park course in New Orleans circa 1965: "When you tee off at sunrise, your shoes get wet." (and Chuck Taylor’s name was on my shoes, not Gore) Dave Clary/Corpus Christi,TX http://www.geocities.com/texasp38 RSG Roll Call http://u1.netgate.net/~kirby34/rsg/claryd.htm
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"Joe Cartpath" wrote I’ll never forget my first round [snip] I purchased a couple of handfuls of used balls
Joe, you reminded me of a story my dad once told me years ago after I’d taken up the game. My dad flew B-21s in WWII and was stationed in Europe. Uncle Sam had given him a few days off, and he decided to go play a round of golf (the only time I’m aware of that he ever actually went to a golf course, other than to ride along with me and his grandson once). He told the story of how he was fairly naive about the game (which will be rather apparent as you read this story). He arrived at the golf course, rented a set of clubs, purchased two golf balls and headed for the first tee. Apparently, no one bothered to mention that two golf balls might not be enough, and, as I recall him telling the story, on a serviceman’s income, golf balls were something of a luxury item back then. (Heck, it’s even more true today!) Well, he never even finished the first hole. The balls were lost before he reached the first green. Game over. Thanks for playing, we have some lovely parting gifts. I have a vague recollection of watching him and my mom hitting balls at the driving range when I was a wee tike during the Eisenhower years. But I never knew of either of them ever actually playing a round of golf, except on the little makeshift course in our back yard. I certainly wouldn’t call his half-a-hole game in Europe "a round of golf." After I learned something about the game, I always thought he could have been a good player if he’d ever been drawn to golf. We had a makeshift one-hole "course" in our back yard, where he’d dug a hole in the ground, stuck a coffee can in there and a dowel pin for a flagstick with a felt flag on which my mom stitched a "9." (I still have it to this day.) As I think back on it today, he was masterful with a wedge. I watched him make several holes-in-one in our back yard (holing pitching wedges with little half swings from maybe 50 yards across the yard). Hey, I’d never really thought about it before tonight, but maybe that’s why I’ve always so enjoyed the short game. God, I miss him. Randy
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– Hide quoted text — Show quoted text – While musing about golf this evening, I got something of a chuckle from thinking back to my first round of golf in 1981 when I gave the idea of taking up the game serious thought. I headed out to my local muni, and somehow knew I’d be needing traction on the grass. I didn’t own golf shoes at the time (I’m not sure if I even realized such a thing existed), so I laced up my football cleats and wore them. The guy in the clubhouse said, "Uh, you can’t wear THOSE…" so I played barefoot. It was my very first golf revelation. Anyone care to recall theirs? Randy Charter Member, RSG Clique My WEBSITE: www.YouGoGolf.com My RSG Roll Call profile: http://u1.netgate.net/~kirby34/rsg/brownr.htm RSG FAQ: http://ttsoft.com/thor/rsggolf.html Voiceovers/Narration/Production Services: www.RandyBrownProductions.com
I’ll never forget my first round – it was in 1975. Three guys I worked with talked me into playing 9 holes with them. For some insane reason, they took me to Davy Crockett GC – the most difficult muni in the Memphis area. But the cheapest. I purchased a couple of handfuls of used balls to go with the rental clubs (which were essentially clubs left on the course that no one came back to claim – and for good reason), and headed to the first tee. With my first swing (with a driver) I launched a shot that flew straight down the fairway. For a while. My pleasure turned to astonishment as I watched that ball make a 90* right turn in mid air about 150 yards from the tee. I blamed it on the ball. To this day, I blame my slices on the ball. Somewhere about the 4th hole, it began to rain. The rental bag did not include an umbrella. By the middle of the 5th hole, it was raining as hard as I had ever seen it come down. Then it started raining harder. We kept playing. By god, I paid my $5 and I was going to get my money’s worth! Besides, once saturated, a person cannot possibly get any wetter. On the 7th (a hole that has long since been relocated), the hole was cut in the center of the green – and in the center of a swale. My ball was directly downhill 8 feet from the hole in the center of this swale – or should I say "downstream". About a three-quarter backswing with the putter got the ball halfway to the hole. Two more putts like that, and I was in. I shot 62 and, once dry, I bought a used set of Wilson Sam Snead Blue Ridge clubs. Played again the next weekend. And I’ve been playing ever since. — Joe Cartpath – www.joecartpath.com Basic Clubmaking Info & Memphis Area Golf Course Guide RSG Roll Call: http://u1.netgate.net/~kirby34/rsg/reedj.htm
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While musing about golf this evening, I got something of a chuckle from thinking back to my first round of golf in 1981 when I gave the idea of taking up the game serious thought. I headed out to my local muni, and somehow knew I’d be needing traction on the grass. I didn’t own golf shoes at the time (I’m not sure if I even realized such a thing existed), so I laced up my football cleats and wore them. The guy in the clubhouse said, "Uh, you can’t wear THOSE…" so I played barefoot. It was my very first golf revelation. Anyone care to recall theirs?
First round ever: Myrtle Beach, 1983, I was 11 years old. We played one of those lighted Par-3 courses, where you hit off mats to greens less than 100 yards away. My uncle’s about a 10 handicap and the only real golfer in the group (which included my Dad, brother, and maybe a sister or three, who were really young and just putting around on the greens). I struggle around, of course, but you can’t do much worse than five or six on holes this short. I’m ultra-competitive, and know that I’m seven or eight behind my uncle after four holes or so. Then I hit a tee shot onto the green and sink a putt for a birdie. My uncle tells me that I have the honor on the next green, but I’m too busy adding up my score against my uncle’s, trying to figure out if I can still catch him and win. In my first time out, ever. Against a 10-handicap. I didn’t beat him until ten years later and though we live 600 miles apart, we still tee it up 15 times a year (this year: Tampa in March, Myrtle Beach in April, and a home-and-home member-guest arrangement). I’m within four strokes of him and just as competitive as ever. :-) Doug — ___, IBM Microelectronics Division, Burlington, Vermont o ASICs Product Development Engineering | | Phone: (802)769-7095 t/l: 446-7095 fax: x6752 | . Doug’s Homepage: http://members.tripod.com/~masseyd (|)
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<clip You can imagine what happened. It was true Army golf (left-right-left-right) until the eighth hole. It was a par 4, about 290 from the ladies’ tees. She hit a drive that somehow went straight, followed by a three wood that mostly rolled but ended up on the front of the green and proceeded to drain a 20 ft putt. She had no idea about the impossibility of what she had just done. A birdie on the eighth hole she had ever played. My revelation – Sometimes it’s better to be lucky than good.
Not sometimes…always! 
"Someone likes every shot" bk
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About 20-25 years ago, my girlfriend decided she wanted to play golf. I told her she needed to to spend some time at the driving range before stepping out on the course. She didn’t understand why (and she never did listen to a thing I said, so there was no use in me trying to explain why), but I managed to get her to the range a grand total of three times before we ventured out onto the city-owned nine hole course. You can imagine what happened. It was true Army golf (left-right-left-right) until the eighth hole. It was a par 4, about 290 from the ladies’ tees. She hit a drive that somehow went straight, followed by a three wood that mostly rolled but ended up on the front of the green and proceeded to drain a 20 ft putt. She had no idea about the impossibility of what she had just done. A birdie on the eighth hole she had ever played. My revelation – Sometimes it’s better to be lucky than good. Kenny says… – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -While musing about golf this evening, I got something of a chuckle from thinking back to my first round of golf in 1981 when I gave the idea of taking up the game serious thought. I headed out to my local muni, and somehow knew I’d be needing traction on the grass. I didn’t own golf shoes at the time (I’m not sure if I even realized such a thing existed), so I laced up my football cleats and wore them. The guy in the clubhouse said, "Uh, you can’t wear THOSE…" so I played barefoot. It was my very first golf revelation. Anyone care to recall theirs? Randy Charter Member, RSG Clique My WEBSITE: www.YouGoGolf.com My RSG Roll Call profile: http://u1.netgate.net/~kirby34/rsg/brownr.htm RSG FAQ: http://ttsoft.com/thor/rsggolf.html Voiceovers/Narration/Production Services: www.RandyBrownProductions.com
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While musing about golf this evening, I got something of a chuckle from thinking back to my first round of golf in 1981
<snip (may have already posted this) Well, my first legal round wasn’t until late ‘86, but then again you’re older then me.;-) I’ll never forget that round a long as I live. I was thinking seriously about getting out of the music business, so I took a little vaca. to cool down and clear my head. My girlfriend (now my wife) and I went to visit her parents. Her father (see golfnut) drugged me (see long haired freak) to his course, kicking and screaming. He hands me the most butt ugly golf bag and sticks you have ever seen. Of course people were falling over laughing at the sight (still do). First hole, par four 389yds. I tapped in with an 11. Second hole, down hill par four 362yds. Tee shot, BIG slice behind a twenty foot tall pine tree. My soon to be father-in-law says," just hit it back to the fairway". I looked in the bag and saw a club with a pw on it. There’s a funky looking club, "I think I’ll hit it over the tree" Smack! pure! Hit the unseen green eight feet from the stick. My revelation? This game is easy…….yea right! Finished with a 132. -ss RSG roll call http://u1.netgate.net/~kirby34/rsg/shireys.htm
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While musing about golf this evening, I got something of a chuckle from thinking back to my first round of golf in 1981 when I gave the idea of taking up the game serious thought. I headed out to my local muni, and somehow knew I’d be needing traction on the grass. I didn’t own golf shoes at the time (I’m not sure if I even realized such a thing existed), so I laced up my football cleats and wore them. The guy in the clubhouse said, "Uh, you can’t wear THOSE…" so I played barefoot. It was my very first golf revelation. Anyone care to recall theirs? Randy Charter Member, RSG Clique My WEBSITE: www.YouGoGolf.com My RSG Roll Call profile: http://u1.netgate.net/~kirby34/rsg/brownr.htm RSG FAQ: http://ttsoft.com/thor/rsggolf.html Voiceovers/Narration/Production Services: www.RandyBrownProductions.com