The first conundrum last Wednesday was why, on a beautiful, marginally warm, dry day in January, did only 3 Ballbashers out of 16 feel fit enough to turn out to play? Answers please on a sicknote signed by your GP. I will excuse MikeW from this as he was under the surgeon’s knife on Wednesday and also Nick, who is still in hip recovery mode and Ashley and PeterR who at least came for lunch.
As it was, MikeS, RobM and I were left to compete with each other in the 2nd Frostbite League game of the season in a what seemed to be a totally empty golf course devoid of any other human beings or even golfers. I am not inclined to consider the option that the 3 of us were the bonkers crew.
The second conundrum concerns RobM’s somewhat erratic performance. One moment he is whacking a 3-wood off the tee with a slight draw straight down the middle at least 50 yards ahead of anything that MikeS and I could achieve. The next moment he is taking another 3 shots to progress further down the fairway as he almost decapitates his golf ball with a series of topped shots, thereby giving MikeS and I hope again. Feeling sad for our fellow golfer, we did try to help him overcome this problem but the various probably conflicting advice we proffered did not seem to hit the mark. If you know the answer to this conundrum, RobM would probably part with ready BashCoins for the information.
The 3rd conundrum concerns the ancient golfing certainty which is that a golfer’s wheels are bound to eventually part company with him. In this case it was me. Since the start of 2025 I have been playing solid reliable golf scoring 40 points or over in consecutive games and getting marginally upset when I dropped a point and scored a bogey on the 31st hole in a sequence in which I scored 3 points on many holes. How then does it happen that suddenly I lost any such fluency and found myself scrabbling away trying to score at least 1 point on a hole?
MikeS had been unhappy that last week, when he scored an excellent 39 points that I out-scored him with 40. This week he delighted in taking revenge as he cruised round happily while his opposition thrashed around failing to threaten his supremacy. Nothing changes from week to week – the ball is still round, white and stationary when you hit it. The clubs have not suddenly got longer or shorter and the golf course hasn’t moved either. Could anybody with a can of golfing wheel glue please let me have a sniff?
Never-the-less we did enjoy ourselves despite everything and MikeS won all of the BashCoins (6 in one hit):
MikeS (35), Richard (28) and RobM (23) – note that we only played 17 holes as the 8th was closed for irrigation work.
PeterR and Ashley joined us for lunch where he discussed many an interesting topic but, since 4 days have now passed, I cannot remember what about.
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