A grey, fresh Saturday and Swindle numbers were only around 13 or 14 today, with out in the Medal. A few KO matches were played today in amongst the Swindle fourballs…
Backdoor doesnt let Simon in
Simon won the overall Swindle on Saturday and halved the front9 with a modest 31 points (much to his surprise). Things didnt go so well during his match with JC however. Playing their match, alongside myself and Wayne, it was nip-and-tuck most of the way round the first 11holes, with never more than 2holes in it. On the 12th JC turned his steady play into a purple patch, going par, birdie, birdie par to consolidate a lead and take it 4 and 2 on the 16th. Of special note were the two birdies, first a thumped rescue wood close into the 13th, and after 3 good shots to the par5 14th, he slid in a twisty putt across the green.
Hew pips Wayne
I think by his own admission Wayne didnt have a good day. I started well, going 2holes up after 2, before finding the water on the 3rd…. only to take the next on a shot hole. It remained close on the front nine as neither of us scored well. 9th was a missed opportunity for us both as Wayne 3putted and I missed a short one for the win. On the 10th I put a wedge close for a birdie after a ‘helpful’ approach luckily came in off the left of the green. Couple of halved holes next and I managed to take the par3 13th with a par and grabbed a birdie putting off the 14th green. We were dormie4 and a half in pars on the 15th and we were shaking hands.
In the other match played in the first fourball, Scottie played Richie with Scottie coming away with the win.
Saturday saw our very own “CC” Loveless take top honours. Well done Graham. Question of the day must be directed to our Dutch amigo Mr Henk, who clearly wasnt at the races that day! What happened there mate?
Sunday’s saw the weather warm up and an impressive Swashbuckler 1-2-3, with RichieBandit pipping The Grubbster on countback for a nett 70, with Wayne coming in a cracking third. Well done all.
My own very disappointing 7 on the 18th messed up any chance I had of a tiny cut and threw me into the buffer zone. But that bad memory pales somewhat when we heard of our own Mr Jez Parfitt’s adventure who also fought back from a messy front nine, to be standing on the 18th tee on a near even par back nine. Cue some Hamlet type music and standing in front of the water he decided to chunk not one, but three (3!) balls into the drink for an 11! Last seen heading up the steps to the car park mumbling something about “filling in that f**kin pond”
If the Hamlet reference makes no sense to you… you’re too young (dammit!)