This weeks golf is just like the time of year…the Dog Days. The national championship of Canada is on…but nobody’s there. The Evian Masters is OK but it ain’t the Safeway.
This weeks best golf is the Sr. British Open…why? Because it’s at he home of our first in the series, Best Par Threes in Golf…The 8th hole, The Postage Stamp at Royal Troon.
The first in the category will most likely be the shortest at 123 yards from the championship tees. If it plays downhill, and if it’s downwind that day, with a foot in the rough it’s a pitching wedge.
But if it’s playing into a gale off the Firth of Clyde, and you can’t see the 7th fairway a few yards away, load up the surface-to-air missile and let it rip.
Either way is daunting with a green just wide enough to stand on and the “coffin bunker” guarding the left…don’t need to tell you why it’s called that I don’t think.
Pictured right is friend Andy wondering just how he is going to get himself out of the coffin…can’t talk this one out Big Pine.
Has Linda Hartough ever painted a one-shotter at your club? Yeah, mine either.
