Back to work

Getting in some reps

Back to work indeed:

As usual, its been a while since The Shooter has had the time to pen some thoughts and enough time to swing the wrenches.

Recently there has been trips to Vietnam which The Shooter got a chance to play with Feathers and saw some vintage golf pro shit when he was -4 through 5, what a flusher. Ball flighting, club twirling, hair blowing in the Vietnam breeze, what a sight.

Shooter ended up shooting -3 that day and we still lost the money, this game is getting hard.

After Vietnam was Thailand where the Beerwah 7, joined by Lukey Fairways, Rolls and The Chiro were shaping up to do some damage but ended in a whimper as they all fell victim to the flu progressively during the week, pretty sure The Shooters best round was 32 points and the low point was 19, big week.

The shit only got worse when arriving home I got the flu and subsequently have been diagnosed with not 1 but 2 blood clots in my left calf, nurses flocked to the emergency room to get autographs and selfies and to feel the calf, fuck its hard being me.

Its been raining for 100 years, courses are closed, golf has been few and far between in the past few weeks but in perfect Shooter fashion there was some highlights among the overcast skies.

Sam "The Baker" (previously the accountant) Will now known as "The Journey" and Robbie, who needed a mental health day because sitting on his chair selling mars bars is too stressful, signed up to a team match with The Shooter on a Wednesday, now of late, a Wednesday Comp is the highest level of golf The Shooter has played, so the pressure is on.

Balls in the air, The Journey is the lucky one who gets Shooter today, The Journey is so excited he got The Shooter, he almost weed himself.

Shooter comes up short on 1, a delicate bump and run with a 9 iron to 4 ft behind the hole was a little relief, given the odd chipping issues of late and when I say of late I mean 3 fucking years. The 4 footer on the other hand missed the cup by a foot and a half, fuck me, I've never shanked a putt before but that had to be close.

The Baker makes 4 for 3 to jam us anyway. -1 Fuck

Don't like starting with a bogey, especially don't like starting 1 down, fuck that. Robbie is chirping and commentating on everyone's shots and bounces and outfits already, fuck me, this could be a long day.

That's until The Shooter hits it stiff on 2 and makes the birdie putt to right the ship and get us back to square, Softy is still chirping even though the momentum has shifted.

The Journey makes par down 3 with a shot to win the hole, mmm momentum, +1.

4 is halved, as is 5. The Journey stands up again on 6 to win the hole, commentate on that you fucking Mars Bar seller, get back in the shop.

I don't think Robbie liked that The Journey and Shooter were doing the bull dance around the 6th green after going 2 up. Robbie gets it up and down from the front bunker on 7 for a birdie, no way it should have gone in but it did, back to 1 up, now the chirping starts again, for fucks sake.

Shooter follows up the chirpers birdie with one of his own on 8, 30 ft never looked like missing, oh yeah, gotta love that shit, +2.

The old demons come out to play on 9 when Shooter knifes one across the green from the left edge, almost goes in the bunker, the next one was always going to be a putt given the level of yippyness. Flub that fucking thing and miss the next, double.

Mars Bars Seller wins the hole with a par, what a waste. +1 at the turn.

The Journey is a little worried we are only +1 at the turn, Shooter addresses the issue with years of experience and patience, calm the fuck down Journey, we are +1 and Shooter is about to turn back the clock, another smile from ear to ear and a little wee came out again.

Natural birdie down 10 for The Shooter, 2 up. The Journey now understands.

11 is halved, 12 is also halved as The Journey makes par with a shot to match Robbie's birdie, although It was one of the most suspect things I have ever seen on a golf course.

Mars Bar hooks the shit out of his second that "allegedly" goes into a "garden bed", I didn't see it, The Journey didn't see it, but The Baker did see it, fucking convenient I say.

So now, again, "allegedly" its a free drop from a "garden bed" but apparently you don't have to find your ball to confirm its in the "garden bed" you just have to hope its in there. For fucks sake.

A free drop ensues, the pitch shot, if I must say was pretty good and the 12 footer was always in but fuck me, find your ball first or otherwise its a lost ball isn't it ?

I thought then it was "Make up your own rules Wednesday", anyway a half looks like a win to them now.

The Baker pumps up on 13, buoyed by the Mars Bar sellers suspect drop and is now quoting the R&A with rulings. He then makes par with a shot to get them out of the shit by a small margin. They remain 1 down.

14, Shooter makes birdie on top of The Bakers par with a shot again, fuck me, how many shots does 1 bloke have. 15, Shooter makes another birdie, holing a 35 footer, come get some of that shit boys.

The Baker, not be be outdone makes it on top of me for par, with a shot to get himself a half, this guy is relentless, still +1.

3 to play, index 1. Robbie has piped a 3 wood into the prime position, The Baker has also flushed it down the centre. The Journey has been a cardboard cutout for the last few holes, gone missing. His is in the trees.

This is what Shooter dreams of, big occasion, big stakes, balls and all.

Flush, through the corner. Crowd go nuts, Shooter tips the hat.

Mars Bar, hit a pure little iron shot into 12 feet, smirking and commentating again, he is trying to get The Shooter rattled, fucking rookies, he should know Shooter is way past that shit.

The knock down 50 degree wedge would make an angel cry, a thing of beauty with a contact that was pure talent, it was so sensual, I heard The Journey moan a little under his breath Hawwww Yeah.

In there to 5 feet. Robbie misses, Shooter does not. Dormie 2 motherfuckers.

Shooter is on a heater, 3 in a row and now we have them dormie 2. As we have said many times, this is where it all matters, heat of the battle, Robbie and The Baker are learning a valuable lesson today.

Robbie makes a decent pass at one on 17, to be 25 feet away. Shooter as the consummate professional, tips the cap and says good shot. What Robbie didn't know is that, any other day it was good, just not today. Shooter flights a wedge to 8 feet. Hawwww Yeah indeed.

Shooter goes on to make his 4th in a row to close out the poor bastards 3 and 1.

3 pars up the 18th with The Baker making 2 for 4, good score but too little too late. If only he had a partner.

For the second week in a row, Robbie has to borrow some money to pay his bets.

Glimpses of greatness Shooter out.