I found it ironic the day after I wrote about cheaters in golf, Tiger Woods is penalized for taking an illegal drop at Abu Dhabi and misses the cut by one. For the record, Tiger was not DQ'ed--he was informed of the rules infraction on the 11th hole--and his scorecard was adjusted in the scoring area to reflect the two extra strokes on the 5th hole. I heard two fellow media members say Tiger was DQ'ed on Friday and that was not accurate.
I saw the drop in question live Friday morning. One of the advantages of going to work at 3:00 am--and having a TV in your office is that you can keep an eye on Far East or European sports events--and nobody thinks your nuts for getting up that early. At first, the braodcast crew was a little unsure as to why Tiger was taking the drop--they first thought he was taking an unplayable lie. But he never measured out any point of relief and dropped where he had been before. Then they found out that Tiger had taken relief from a plugged lie--and that's when I knew we were going to have a problem.
In my last post, I mentioned the guy who wrongly demanded relief from a plugged lie in a red hazard during a tournament we were playing a few years ago. Having read that rule several times now, I know that relief applies only to areas "through the green"--and that means in an area that is actually being "groomed" for play. You don't get relief if your ball plugs in a fescue area. You don't get relief if you plug in an area of pine needles. And you don't get relief if you plug in a "waste" or "sandy area".
I don't know if Tiger thought that because there were some weeds and bushes growing around his ball that this was not a "sandy area"--but judging by the speed by which he decided to pick up, drop and play out sideways--I think Tiger had pretty much punched out mentally and was just looking forward to getting the heck out of Abu Dhabi. I'd be willing to bet a week's paycheck that if that ball had plugged at a major, or TPC or the Memorial--Tiger would have had not just a rules official over there--but Slugger White, Tim Finchem and Mike Davis as well.
I've heard some criticism of Martin Kaymer for telling Tiger he could take a drop. Based on the post round interviews, the only thing Woods asked Kaymer was for confirmation that his ball was embedded (proper procedure). In no way is Martin required by the rules to say "It doesn't matter, Tiger, you're in a waste area and can't take free relief". Besides, much has been made over the years about Tiger's encyclopedic knowledge of the rules (refer to the gallery removing the "loose impediment" boulder from Tiger's swing path at Scottsdale. Ken Venturi still gets pissed off talking about that--20-years later.)
The one thing I wasn't a fan of in this situation is that once again, it was someone watching the action on TV that called in the infraction. A golf writer watching the action in the media center went to the tournament officials and said Tiger had violated the rule on embedded balls. The officials went to the video--confirmed the infraction and then caught up with Tiger at 11. While I want the rules to be enforced at all times, I believe strongly that the use of TV as a post-infraction way of enforcing them is inheirently unfair.
Someone like Tiger, Rory and Phil has nearly every shot of every tournament captured on tape and archived for potential playback. But someone like Jeev Milka-Singh, Brenden Grace and Paul Lawrie can play nine holes without a camera ever being turned on one of their shots. There were probably 75 guys in that Euro event field that could have done the very same thing Tiger did--and if their playing competitors didn't know the rule either--there would have been no penalty for them. But because every Tiger shot is not only filmed--but is usually recorded at close range--he is under greater rules scrutiny and enforcement than anyone else on the course.
The one positive that we all enjoy from this: nobody is taking a drop from an embedded lie in a "sandy area" for the next few years.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Cheating
Lance Armstrong is putting the spotlight on cheating in sports this week. So what better time to talk about my favorite golf course cheaters as well?
The Fluffer--Also known as the "Rollover Guy". He believes that Winter Rules apply all year-round, regardless of condition. My friend Kevin and I used to play league with a guy that was a world-class fluffer. He'd do the "look around" to see if anyone was looking at him--then he would use his clubface to nudge the ball into a slightly better lie--even if there was nothing wrong with where it had originally was. I took particular pride in always finding a way to beat that guy all five times we had to play him.
The Stroke Forgetter--Also known as "Put Me Down For A.... Guy" Sometimes people can actually forget a stroke or two--especially on a hole that may have involved some penalties or drops. But then there are the guys who intentionally skip a few. My response is usually "You sure about that?" That is invariably followed by the "point and recreate" process of "I drove it over there, then I took a drop, then I hit it over there, then I went in the bunker, then I blasted over there, then I chipped on, then I three putted. So yeah, I guess it was a 9". I always give them a fake concerned face and say "I just want to make sure you don't get DQ'ed." For some reason, they never say "Thanks, man."
The Rule Ignorer--I don't pretend to know every rule in the book. I never get a perfect score on the USGA annual rules quiz. But I do carry the book in my bag at all times for immediate reference. This stems from the Fox Cities Amateur about six years ago when one of my fellow competitors hit a tee ball that plugged inside a lateral water hazard. He INSISTED that he was allowed to unplug the ball and drop within the hazard again. I told him there is no way you are allowed any type of relief from inside a hazard without penalty. I even told him to play two balls and we would have the pro make a ruling at the end. Well he insisted he was entitled free relief and played it that way. So the round ends and he wants to sign his card and turn it in. I suggested we go to the pro and get a ruling--he refused, so I went to the pro myself and just asked what the rule is. He sided with me and called the other guy over--which led to a profanity-laced tirade and a WD because this is "Bullshit".
The Pickup Artist--Somehow, these guys have never actually holed out--unless they have rolled in a long putt or chipped in. I'll allow you some gimmes--but to not even wait for me to concede?
The Sandbagger--Of all the guys on this list, by far this is my least favorite. I can think of only one competitive round in my entire life--an 81 at Monroe Country Club in a Net Partners Qualifier with an 18-course handicap when I made about two miles of putts--where I have had a "career round" in a tournament or league. Yet, in every tournament I play there is one guy who shoots double digits below his handicap. Case in point: the State Net Amateur the second year it was held, a 32-handicapper shoots an 85 in the first round. Really? Needless to say, his 103 the next day still gave him an 8-shot victory. Or the guy at the Oshkosh City Tournament four years ago that shot a 68 on day one in the B flight. You're a 14-handicap and you shoot two under? This of course leads the rest of us to go to the handicap system to check out their scores. You always find they've got scores to justify the handicap--but the number of rounds--and the gaps between them--never seem to add up to what you know they are actually playing during the season.
Are any of the offenses above comensurate with taking steroids and blood treatments and lying about it for decades and threatening to ruin anyone who accuses you of cheating and publicly discrediting anyone who speaks the truth--all while reaping millions in winnings and endorsements? No. But golf has always held itself to a higher standard than cycling.
The Fluffer--Also known as the "Rollover Guy". He believes that Winter Rules apply all year-round, regardless of condition. My friend Kevin and I used to play league with a guy that was a world-class fluffer. He'd do the "look around" to see if anyone was looking at him--then he would use his clubface to nudge the ball into a slightly better lie--even if there was nothing wrong with where it had originally was. I took particular pride in always finding a way to beat that guy all five times we had to play him.
The Stroke Forgetter--Also known as "Put Me Down For A.... Guy" Sometimes people can actually forget a stroke or two--especially on a hole that may have involved some penalties or drops. But then there are the guys who intentionally skip a few. My response is usually "You sure about that?" That is invariably followed by the "point and recreate" process of "I drove it over there, then I took a drop, then I hit it over there, then I went in the bunker, then I blasted over there, then I chipped on, then I three putted. So yeah, I guess it was a 9". I always give them a fake concerned face and say "I just want to make sure you don't get DQ'ed." For some reason, they never say "Thanks, man."
The Rule Ignorer--I don't pretend to know every rule in the book. I never get a perfect score on the USGA annual rules quiz. But I do carry the book in my bag at all times for immediate reference. This stems from the Fox Cities Amateur about six years ago when one of my fellow competitors hit a tee ball that plugged inside a lateral water hazard. He INSISTED that he was allowed to unplug the ball and drop within the hazard again. I told him there is no way you are allowed any type of relief from inside a hazard without penalty. I even told him to play two balls and we would have the pro make a ruling at the end. Well he insisted he was entitled free relief and played it that way. So the round ends and he wants to sign his card and turn it in. I suggested we go to the pro and get a ruling--he refused, so I went to the pro myself and just asked what the rule is. He sided with me and called the other guy over--which led to a profanity-laced tirade and a WD because this is "Bullshit".
The Pickup Artist--Somehow, these guys have never actually holed out--unless they have rolled in a long putt or chipped in. I'll allow you some gimmes--but to not even wait for me to concede?
The Sandbagger--Of all the guys on this list, by far this is my least favorite. I can think of only one competitive round in my entire life--an 81 at Monroe Country Club in a Net Partners Qualifier with an 18-course handicap when I made about two miles of putts--where I have had a "career round" in a tournament or league. Yet, in every tournament I play there is one guy who shoots double digits below his handicap. Case in point: the State Net Amateur the second year it was held, a 32-handicapper shoots an 85 in the first round. Really? Needless to say, his 103 the next day still gave him an 8-shot victory. Or the guy at the Oshkosh City Tournament four years ago that shot a 68 on day one in the B flight. You're a 14-handicap and you shoot two under? This of course leads the rest of us to go to the handicap system to check out their scores. You always find they've got scores to justify the handicap--but the number of rounds--and the gaps between them--never seem to add up to what you know they are actually playing during the season.
Are any of the offenses above comensurate with taking steroids and blood treatments and lying about it for decades and threatening to ruin anyone who accuses you of cheating and publicly discrediting anyone who speaks the truth--all while reaping millions in winnings and endorsements? No. But golf has always held itself to a higher standard than cycling.
Monday, January 14, 2013
A Change For the Better
I cannot cheer loudly enough the decision by the USGA today to require that two Mid-Amateurs be on the US Walker Cup Team. For those not familiar, the Walker Cup is the amateur version of the Ryder Cup--with a team from the US taking on a team from Great Britain and Ireland (no continental Europe in this one) every two years in match play competition. For the last twenty years, the US side has been a college All-Star team--almost exclusively featuring 23 and under players on scholarship somewhere. It mirrored the match play bracket of the US Amateur every year--college kids--without anyone who has used up their eligibility within site.
And that is why the USGA created the Mid-Amateur competition in the first place--because those of us not on scholarship can't just spend five hours a day working with a trainer in the gym (for free), working with a swing coach and short game guru (for free), using an all-seasons, tour-quality driving range with launch monitors and SwingTech equipment (for free), playing university-owned golf courses (for free) and playing in top level competitions all across the country (for free). Some of us have to go to work. And some of us have to go to work in climates that don't allow us a chance to even swing a club for five months a year. Yet to make the Walker Cup, you would have to overcome that competitive disadvantage to somehow get selected to the team.
Buddy Marucci was the last Mid-Am star player I can remember playing Walker Cup--making the team in his early-40's. But now, the "working stiff" gets a chance to play. And every other year, those guys will be my favorite players on the team. Can you imagine going from trying to win your Thursday afternoon Partners League at the Club to St Andrews to represent your country?
USGA Vice President Thomas O'Toole, Junior touched on another great advantage to adding a few "old guys" to the team as well: “Mid-amateurs, who are seasoned players, are likely to bring a unique perspective to a team and demonstrate, as well as appreciate, the characteristics of leadership and generosity of spirit that are central to the Walker Cup. It is the positive influence mid-amateurs will have on the Walker Cup experience and our strong commitment to amateur golf that causes us to reach this determination.”
So let's hear it for the USGA's renewed commitment to the "real amateur" golfer and continuing to expand their opportunity to compete on a level playing field. Now, if we could just get a National High-Handicapper Championship (10+ only)--with the winner getting an invitation to the Masters and automatic qualification in the US Open!
And that is why the USGA created the Mid-Amateur competition in the first place--because those of us not on scholarship can't just spend five hours a day working with a trainer in the gym (for free), working with a swing coach and short game guru (for free), using an all-seasons, tour-quality driving range with launch monitors and SwingTech equipment (for free), playing university-owned golf courses (for free) and playing in top level competitions all across the country (for free). Some of us have to go to work. And some of us have to go to work in climates that don't allow us a chance to even swing a club for five months a year. Yet to make the Walker Cup, you would have to overcome that competitive disadvantage to somehow get selected to the team.
Buddy Marucci was the last Mid-Am star player I can remember playing Walker Cup--making the team in his early-40's. But now, the "working stiff" gets a chance to play. And every other year, those guys will be my favorite players on the team. Can you imagine going from trying to win your Thursday afternoon Partners League at the Club to St Andrews to represent your country?
USGA Vice President Thomas O'Toole, Junior touched on another great advantage to adding a few "old guys" to the team as well: “Mid-amateurs, who are seasoned players, are likely to bring a unique perspective to a team and demonstrate, as well as appreciate, the characteristics of leadership and generosity of spirit that are central to the Walker Cup. It is the positive influence mid-amateurs will have on the Walker Cup experience and our strong commitment to amateur golf that causes us to reach this determination.”
So let's hear it for the USGA's renewed commitment to the "real amateur" golfer and continuing to expand their opportunity to compete on a level playing field. Now, if we could just get a National High-Handicapper Championship (10+ only)--with the winner getting an invitation to the Masters and automatic qualification in the US Open!
Saturday, January 12, 2013
Lost and Found
In addition to being the greatest ball strikers and the greatest putters in the world, the guys on the PGA Tour are also the greatest finders of golf balls in the world. I bring this up after what I saw on Tuesday's final round at Kapalua when Dustin Johnson found a wayward drive late in the round when having to go back to the tee to hit three would have tightened the leaderboard considerably.
Johnson yanked his drive left--had it bounce through a bunker and then head toward a ravine densely packed with trees and brush. Johnson didn't even follow the ball--turning away in disgust--and there were no marshals along that side of the fairway to see where the ball went in. Even from the multiple camera angles, you couldn't tell where the ball ended up.
It looked like it was going to be a lost ball--even though DJ found about three other balls (perhaps one of my ProV's?)--and Steve Stricker hobbled down into the ravine to help look as well. But then just as the five minute window was going to expire, he found the ball in thick grass right at the edge of the ravine.
I know that if it was me hitting it to the same spot with the same lack of eyeballs on the shot I would have never found that ball. I've been in competitions where I have hit drives on blind holes that were right on line with the center of the fairway--only to find no ball anywhere in the short grass. I would have broken 90 on the River Course at Black Wolf Run last year if my 3-wood over the trees that split the fairway hadn't disappeared after everyone in the group saw it clear the trees and hit the middle of the fairway.
Yet Rory McIlroy hits one off a tree left of 10 at the Masters and is able to find his ball between two cottages that most people who had been to Augusta National didn't even know existed. Remember when Ernie Els hooked one way left on 11 at Augusta and found it in a pile of brush--getting free relief that just happened to give him an angle to get a shot back down the fairway? And I'm positive that Bones MacKay keeps a pocketful of pre-marked Callaways in his pocket and just drops one down when no one is looking. "Hey Phil, here it is!!"
And big ups to Steve Stricker for hauling his inured body into that ravine to look for someone else's ball. I've played with more than a few guys in competitions who do the "cursory look"--moving a few strands of grass on the outer edge of the hazard with a club--or just pointing at spots where they think they "saw it go in."
My brother-in-law refuses to look for errant balls. "They make a million golf balls a day in China, Jonathan" is his usual excuse. I'm going to use my entire five minutes. When your playing a four dollar ball--you are going to do everything you can to find that sucker--even if you can't play it where it lies.
I always think of the story (which may or may not be true) of the guy with a reputation for cheating playing in a tight match the club championship. He hits a tee shot to a blind par three green and no one is able to see it when they get over the hill. He and his opponent search all around the green--and just as his time is up he declares "I found it! It was over here!" He procedes to chip on--appearing to have averted a match-losing disaster. But than as his opponent reaches to pull the pin from the cup--he finds the real ball in the cup.
Johnson yanked his drive left--had it bounce through a bunker and then head toward a ravine densely packed with trees and brush. Johnson didn't even follow the ball--turning away in disgust--and there were no marshals along that side of the fairway to see where the ball went in. Even from the multiple camera angles, you couldn't tell where the ball ended up.
It looked like it was going to be a lost ball--even though DJ found about three other balls (perhaps one of my ProV's?)--and Steve Stricker hobbled down into the ravine to help look as well. But then just as the five minute window was going to expire, he found the ball in thick grass right at the edge of the ravine.
I know that if it was me hitting it to the same spot with the same lack of eyeballs on the shot I would have never found that ball. I've been in competitions where I have hit drives on blind holes that were right on line with the center of the fairway--only to find no ball anywhere in the short grass. I would have broken 90 on the River Course at Black Wolf Run last year if my 3-wood over the trees that split the fairway hadn't disappeared after everyone in the group saw it clear the trees and hit the middle of the fairway.
Yet Rory McIlroy hits one off a tree left of 10 at the Masters and is able to find his ball between two cottages that most people who had been to Augusta National didn't even know existed. Remember when Ernie Els hooked one way left on 11 at Augusta and found it in a pile of brush--getting free relief that just happened to give him an angle to get a shot back down the fairway? And I'm positive that Bones MacKay keeps a pocketful of pre-marked Callaways in his pocket and just drops one down when no one is looking. "Hey Phil, here it is!!"
And big ups to Steve Stricker for hauling his inured body into that ravine to look for someone else's ball. I've played with more than a few guys in competitions who do the "cursory look"--moving a few strands of grass on the outer edge of the hazard with a club--or just pointing at spots where they think they "saw it go in."
My brother-in-law refuses to look for errant balls. "They make a million golf balls a day in China, Jonathan" is his usual excuse. I'm going to use my entire five minutes. When your playing a four dollar ball--you are going to do everything you can to find that sucker--even if you can't play it where it lies.
I always think of the story (which may or may not be true) of the guy with a reputation for cheating playing in a tight match the club championship. He hits a tee shot to a blind par three green and no one is able to see it when they get over the hill. He and his opponent search all around the green--and just as his time is up he declares "I found it! It was over here!" He procedes to chip on--appearing to have averted a match-losing disaster. But than as his opponent reaches to pull the pin from the cup--he finds the real ball in the cup.
Monday, January 7, 2013
Blown Away
Of the four extreme elements that we golfers have to deal with--rain, cold, heat and wind--the one I will always opt for is wind (so long as it is not combined with the rain or the cold). Not the kind of winds they've been dealing with this week at Kapalua--that is obviously unplayable--but the kind of wind we get here in Wisconsin for pretty much the entire months of April and May.
Tom Watson is generally considered the greatest wind player of all-time--which explains his incredible record at the Open Championship. Roger Maltbie told a story this week on Golf Channel of how they played a tournament in Arizona one year back in the 70's where the wind was up around 30 MPH. Maltbie shot a 92 in that round. Watson--playing in the group behind the Course Whisperer--shot a 68. Watson's success came from being one of the most ball-strikers of all time as well--thereby guaranteeing himself a shot that would come out with the kind of spin to either bore through the wind, or to limit the amount of effect the wind would have in knocking it off line.
I'm not a particulary good ball-striker, but I do have a good imagination--and for some reason, I can "visualize" how much curve the wind will produce on a shot. When I'm getting those shots on the line that I imagine, I can pretty much guide the ball right to where I need to be. I like to call it "painting pretty pictures in the sky"--as the ball creates these lovely curves and finds a fairway or a green.
In my run to the Match Play Championship in 2009, I had two matches against better seeds on very windy days. In both cases, these younger players never adjusted to the conditions--playing their regular lines and watching everything end up in the wrong spots--or just trying to overpower the wind. Meanwhile, I let it ride the wind--aiming way left or right of fairways and greens--and just letting Mother Nature take 'em home. Preceded of course by the official golfers shout "C'mon wind!!"
I had another good wind day two years ago in the Net Partners Qualifier at Thornberry Creek. A large section of that course is exposed to the wind--and that is where Greg and I made our hay--relative to the other players in the field. Just two groups finished below net par--with us leading the way at 4-under.
But as the Golf Gods giveth, they can certainly taketh away. As much as I like the tailwind--and I can work with crosswinds--the headwind continues to be my nemesis. That is what seperates the good wind players from the great wind players. As a high ball hitter, I'm powerless against the headwind. And if that clubface doesn't come though squared up to the line I'm trying to play...I've ended up missing some fairways by nearly 100-yards--just watching the ball move farther and farther right.
I'm also a "flop guy" on shots around the greeen. It's amazing how much effect a stiff wind can have even a little shot like that--usually killing it milliseconds off the clubface. That's why I placed an emphasis on playing more bump and runs--along with low-flighted approach shots into greens at the end of last year. Results were mixed, but with another season of work I hope to be better. Not Tom Watson better--but good enough to get back into single digit handicap range.
Tom Watson is generally considered the greatest wind player of all-time--which explains his incredible record at the Open Championship. Roger Maltbie told a story this week on Golf Channel of how they played a tournament in Arizona one year back in the 70's where the wind was up around 30 MPH. Maltbie shot a 92 in that round. Watson--playing in the group behind the Course Whisperer--shot a 68. Watson's success came from being one of the most ball-strikers of all time as well--thereby guaranteeing himself a shot that would come out with the kind of spin to either bore through the wind, or to limit the amount of effect the wind would have in knocking it off line.
I'm not a particulary good ball-striker, but I do have a good imagination--and for some reason, I can "visualize" how much curve the wind will produce on a shot. When I'm getting those shots on the line that I imagine, I can pretty much guide the ball right to where I need to be. I like to call it "painting pretty pictures in the sky"--as the ball creates these lovely curves and finds a fairway or a green.
In my run to the Match Play Championship in 2009, I had two matches against better seeds on very windy days. In both cases, these younger players never adjusted to the conditions--playing their regular lines and watching everything end up in the wrong spots--or just trying to overpower the wind. Meanwhile, I let it ride the wind--aiming way left or right of fairways and greens--and just letting Mother Nature take 'em home. Preceded of course by the official golfers shout "C'mon wind!!"
I had another good wind day two years ago in the Net Partners Qualifier at Thornberry Creek. A large section of that course is exposed to the wind--and that is where Greg and I made our hay--relative to the other players in the field. Just two groups finished below net par--with us leading the way at 4-under.
But as the Golf Gods giveth, they can certainly taketh away. As much as I like the tailwind--and I can work with crosswinds--the headwind continues to be my nemesis. That is what seperates the good wind players from the great wind players. As a high ball hitter, I'm powerless against the headwind. And if that clubface doesn't come though squared up to the line I'm trying to play...I've ended up missing some fairways by nearly 100-yards--just watching the ball move farther and farther right.
I'm also a "flop guy" on shots around the greeen. It's amazing how much effect a stiff wind can have even a little shot like that--usually killing it milliseconds off the clubface. That's why I placed an emphasis on playing more bump and runs--along with low-flighted approach shots into greens at the end of last year. Results were mixed, but with another season of work I hope to be better. Not Tom Watson better--but good enough to get back into single digit handicap range.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Hybrid Set
I am adding another hybrid to my bag this year. I just got the Adams A12OS 5 hybrid last night at Golf Galaxy. That now puts three hybrids in my set--joining a 3 and a 4.
I remember when Adams first launched their hybrids. Those of us under the age of 60 laughed at them and called them "Old Man's Clubs"--because the first pros to play and endorse them were all on the Senior Tour. "We'll stick with our three and four irons, thank you" said us young punks.
And then a funny thing happened. That 3 iron got harder to hit well every year. And every year Golf Digest and the instructors on Golf Channel kept saying "dump your long irons and get hybrids!" The next thing you know, I'm testing a 3 hybrid on the range and realizing that I can hit it higher, farther and straighter than that 3 iron. An adams A6OS soon found a home in my bag--while the 3 iron was relegated to the corner of the garage.
And then a year or two later, the 4 iron gets harder to hit well--and I'm out there testing out a 4 hybrid. Again, it is longer, higher and straighter than the iron that it soon replaced.
At that point, I thought that would be the end of hybrid influx. I've always been able to hit my 5 iron well--so there will never be any need to go with a 5 hybrid. I didn't want my bag to look like an old woman's--you know, with five woods and five hybrids and only a 9-iron.
And then came last year. When I could count on one hand the good shots I hit with my trusty 5 iron. it was probably after I splashed a "smooth 5" on one of the par 3's at the State Net Amateur in August that I knew, the time had come to add yet another hybrid.
They don't make the A6's anymore--so my 5 is one of the newer A12's--with the "speed slot" sole that is supposed to promote greater ball speed off the clubface. Based on the simulator at Golf Galaxy last night, I averaged between 185 to 190 yards with it. The sales rep helping me claimed the yardage is a little short on their machine--and that it is closer to 195 to 200. We'll see what it does on the range in Florida in March.
While I'm on the topic, I had to laugh at those who tried to argue that hybrids should be banned along with long putters last year. The argument was that hybrids make longer shots easier to hit--just like long putters make putts easier to make. What those trying to make that point miss is that a hybrid is swung just like a long iron or a fairway wood is swung--whereas the use of a belly or long putter is a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT STROKE--with the club anchored to a fixed point. If a hybrid was swung from a fixed point--and still produced the results seen in a conventional swing--then I would be calling for their banning as well.
But since they are not, I'll hopefully enjoy some better shots from longer distances in the upcoming season.
I remember when Adams first launched their hybrids. Those of us under the age of 60 laughed at them and called them "Old Man's Clubs"--because the first pros to play and endorse them were all on the Senior Tour. "We'll stick with our three and four irons, thank you" said us young punks.
And then a funny thing happened. That 3 iron got harder to hit well every year. And every year Golf Digest and the instructors on Golf Channel kept saying "dump your long irons and get hybrids!" The next thing you know, I'm testing a 3 hybrid on the range and realizing that I can hit it higher, farther and straighter than that 3 iron. An adams A6OS soon found a home in my bag--while the 3 iron was relegated to the corner of the garage.
And then a year or two later, the 4 iron gets harder to hit well--and I'm out there testing out a 4 hybrid. Again, it is longer, higher and straighter than the iron that it soon replaced.
At that point, I thought that would be the end of hybrid influx. I've always been able to hit my 5 iron well--so there will never be any need to go with a 5 hybrid. I didn't want my bag to look like an old woman's--you know, with five woods and five hybrids and only a 9-iron.
And then came last year. When I could count on one hand the good shots I hit with my trusty 5 iron. it was probably after I splashed a "smooth 5" on one of the par 3's at the State Net Amateur in August that I knew, the time had come to add yet another hybrid.
They don't make the A6's anymore--so my 5 is one of the newer A12's--with the "speed slot" sole that is supposed to promote greater ball speed off the clubface. Based on the simulator at Golf Galaxy last night, I averaged between 185 to 190 yards with it. The sales rep helping me claimed the yardage is a little short on their machine--and that it is closer to 195 to 200. We'll see what it does on the range in Florida in March.
While I'm on the topic, I had to laugh at those who tried to argue that hybrids should be banned along with long putters last year. The argument was that hybrids make longer shots easier to hit--just like long putters make putts easier to make. What those trying to make that point miss is that a hybrid is swung just like a long iron or a fairway wood is swung--whereas the use of a belly or long putter is a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT STROKE--with the club anchored to a fixed point. If a hybrid was swung from a fixed point--and still produced the results seen in a conventional swing--then I would be calling for their banning as well.
But since they are not, I'll hopefully enjoy some better shots from longer distances in the upcoming season.
Friday, January 4, 2013
Ah, Kapalua
The PGA Tour has canceled the first round of the Hyundai Tournament of Champions today after the British Open broke out this morning with wind gusts in excess of 40 miles an hour and rain coming down sideways. (I'm sure the members at St Andrews and Royal Troon are laughing that the Tour decided the conditions were "grossly unfair".) The lack of TV coverage tonight gives me a chance to think back to my own round at Kapalua Plantation.
I played Kapalua on my honeymoon back in February of 2005. I started the day with the caramel-iest caramel roll I have ever had in my life at a cafe in Lahaina. After I was done, my hands were so sticky that I could have played without any grips--I would have been able to grab just a steel or graphite shaft and hang onto it no problem. Then I made the breathtaking trip up the coast to Kapalua Resort--winding my way along black rock cliffs and homes that probably cost ten-figures to the course. Since we had rented this junky Jeep Wrangler (because the rental place would let you take their vehicles on the "back road to Hana" and I wanted to experience that without worrying about getting stuck and having no one come out to save us) I parked as far away from the clubhouse as possible--hoping people would think it belonged to one of the grounds crew. Then I headed in and changed in the Players Locker Room.
Thanks to a friend, I got the resort guest rate--instead of general public--saving me a few bucks. I didn't bring along my clubs (and this was before the bag fees charged by the airlines) because we we already hauling nine pieces of luggage halfway around the world--and there was no way to handle another bag. So I ended up renting a set of Ping G5 woods and irons. Very nice clubs--unfortunately, they were not fit for a guy 6'3" tall and who is used to extended length shafts. They did not have any longer clubs available--so I would have to learn to adjust. Another thing that disappointed me, the trademark "Pineapple Butterfly" bag tag had "Rental" stamped on it--not my last name. (Fortunately, we found a lost tag from a Japanese guy after the round and I could bring that home as a momento. "I see you played Kapalua Mr Suzuki.")
After getting my gear, I headed out to the driving range. Let's just say, it wasn't quite what I expected from a PGA Tour site. The range has been cut into a grove of tall pines and it seemed rather small and short. Perhaps that is why the TOC is such a limited field--there would be nowhere for a full field to warm up. After getting loose, it was off to the first tee to meet my partners for the day: two guys from Chicago and a doctor from Toronto. They were staying at the resort, had their own clubs, and the FIBS had played Plantation twice before that week, so they would "help us get around".
Conditions that day were pretty average for that part of Maui: Mostly cloudy, windy with spotty rain showers. "The Trades" were blowing about 20 sustained with gusts around 30 for our round. The starter told us we would "have fun" with that wind. We all decided we would play the Blues because "you only live once--may as well see all of it today".
Hole 1--Par 4, 473yds. The starter suggested we play for a 210 yard shot off the tee as the combination of the wind and the slope would send anything longer into the deep valley in front of the green. Normally, 210 would be a 4-Hybrid. Unfortunately, my set didn't have a 4H so I had to hit a 4 iron instead. After a few nervous practice swings and waggles, I let her rip--catching the middle of the ball and shooting a low laser beam that just cleared the other sets of tees and rolled about 150 yards down the fairway. I reassured the other guys in the group, the clubs were too short for me--and that I would learn to adjust. Second shot, I'm caught in no man's land--as I've got 300 to the front edge--and about 140 yards to the start of the steep slope leading into the valley, with a two club wind behind me. So I try an 8 iron to hopefully layup and roll out to the end of the fairway before the valley. Unfortunately, I hit another low laser beam that flies about 120 and disappears into the swale. So now I'm looking at 114 to the pin out of the rough to a green that is about 20-feet above me. A full wedge gets me on the green about 40-feet away. I've heard all about how "grainy" Hawaiian greens are. So I'm behind my first putt looking for all this grain--and I don't see it. In fact, I realize I have no idea what I'm supposed to be looking for. So I play my first putt for about a two foot right to left break and watch it miss about three feet under the hole. "You gotta play for the grain" says one of the Chicago Guys. "I guess" was my reply. Anyway, short on the comebacker so it's a three-putt double on the first.
Hole 2--Par 3, 218 yds. I'm last off the tee and hit a 3 iron off the toe into the second greenside bunker. Something else about Kapalua, they apparently brought the sand for the bunkes up the mountain from the beach at Ka'anapali--because they are super soft and the sand is super heavy. I leave my first shot in the bunker, then blast out to about 15 feet. A two putt double and I am quickly four over after two.
Hole 3--Par 4, 380 yds. For the first time in the round we are playing into the wind now. Playing last, I hit a low straight drive right down the middle and get a pretty decent roll to about 140 out. Now I'm looking at a two-club headwind, so I'm playing a full 6 in and for the first time all day I catch it flush and end up about 25-feet past the hole. My first putt cozies up and I tap in for my first par. Four over after three.
Hole 4--Par 4, 382 yds. This is just a killer hole. Uphill all the way and into the trade wind all the way. Playing first I hit a push made worse by the wind right of the fairway bunker and close to the "native grass" (which in an effort to speed up play, is all marked as a red hazard so you can drop if you go in--rather than going back to the tee to play another shot.) Fortunately, I'm still in play, about 135 out. I hit a thin 6 iron this time coming up short of the green. An average chip and two putts and I'm home with a bogey. Five over after four.
Hole 5--Par 5, 532 yds. This hole plays side hill, cross wind and my drive catches the wind and goes about 50 yards into the native grass 50 yards right of the fairway. After a drop, a thin 4 iron and another thin 4 iron I'm deep and left of the green. A perfect high pitch (without my beloved 60-degree wedge) and I sink a five footer to salvage bogey. Six over after five.
Hole 6--Par 4 398 yds. After what seemed like a mile long cart ride (Kapalua is impossible to walk. Even the pros and their caddies take carts between a number of the holes) we arrive at the down wind down hill hole. I play third and hit this beautiful high fade that I thought was going to be perfect. But both of the Chicago Guys insist that there is no way I hit it far enough to carry the native grass--and that I should hit another ball from the tee. Now according to my yardage book, it would have been about 265 to carry the hazard on the line my ball was taking--and with a two club wind behind, I could easily hit that yardage. But they insisted and I teed up another--carrrying the big bunker that splits the fairway about 280 out. The Canadian Doctor was on the left side of the fairway as well, so we went to his ball first. We didn't see another ball in the fairway, so I thought maybe the Chicago Guys were right and that I was in the crap. So I played my second ball--missing the green with a flat out shank right. On the way to my "third shot" I come across my first tee ball just right of the fairway about 30 yards from the green. Because I'm already steaming after the poor approach shot, I make a big deal about finding the ball far beyond where the Chicago Guys thought that I could hit it. "I can't believe you can hit it that far!" one of them shouts back. A sloppy pitch to the elevated green left me about 20 feet away. The still cleverly-disguised grain kills my putt and I come up about three feet short. I knock in the knee knocker and get out with a "cheaters par". Six over after six and feeling pretty good about myself now. (Totally forgot about the "provisional" ball and drove off without picking it up.)
Hole 7--Par 4 484 yds. We pull up to this tee box and for the first time I remember that I have the camera along today and I should probably be taking some pictures. The view of Molokai is unbelievable on this hole--and I must have been too distracted. Going first, I hit my first moster pull of the day and yank my tee shot into the jungle grass left of the fairway. After a drop, I chunk a 5 iron out of the rough, skull a 9 iron to the back edge and three putt from about 70 feet and walk off with a triple bogey 7. Nine over after seven.
Hole 8--Par 3, 203 yds. Another unbelievably beautiful hole where you carry this lush ravine all the way from the tee to the green. I hit my best 4 iron of the day and reach the front edge. Two putts from 30 feet and I'm back on the good track. Nine over after eight.
Hole 9--Par 5, 521 yds. The name of the hole is "Long". It should be changed to "Nutbuster" as it is all uphill, into the wind with another deep valley crossing the fairway about 300-yards out. Playing first, I pop up a drive that gets up into the headwind and dies about 150-yards out. We joked that it looked like it was actually coming back at us on the way down. Then I catch the 3 wood on the screws and watch as that shot swoops up and straight down--still short of the valley. Another 3 wood gets me across but right, near the fairway bunkers. I mash an 6 iron from 120 and still come up short of the green!! I manage to chip it on--but miss a makeable four footer to three jack it and take an 8. 12 over (48) at the turn.
Hole 10--Par 4, 354 yds. A pretty non-descript hole heading back up the mountain. I hit the fairway off the tee, just miss the green right but hit a nice chip to about six feet and make the putt for par. 12-over after ten.
Hole 11--Par 3, 164 yds. This is the hole they show on TV all the time with the surfers in the bay behind the green. After a number of pictures--and a group shot with the ocean behind--I thin my 6 iron short of the front bunkers. A pulled pitch shot followed by three putts and I've killed my momentum again with a double. 14 over after 11.
Hole 12--Par 4, 373 yds. Another picture hole as you tee over the lush ravine--with the island of Lanai in the distance. I'm getting the feel for the G5 driver now and stripe one down the middle about 285. A perfect 8 iron in and two putts and I'm 14-over after twelve.
Hole 13--Par 4, 407 yds. I hit what should have been a push slice off the tee--but the wind holds it fairly straight and I miss the fairway just a little bit right about 130 out. I cut a nice little 7-iron against the wind and have just 15 feet left. I hit my first lip out of the day and have to settle for a par. 14 over thirteen.
Hole 14--Par 4, 305 yds. All uphill and all into the wind. I don't have a hybrid, so I try to "smooth' a 3 iron out there. Instead, I catch it thin again and roll one out just past the ladies tees. I hack one out of the rough, then pull a 6 iron into the left front bunker. I barely get out, putt from just off the green and putt twice more to take a triple. 17 over after fourteen.
Hole 15--Par 5, 555 yds. This is back uphill--but the wind doesn't seem that strong where we are. This time I push it right into the native grass. I now realize that I am not likely to break 90 today (which was my goal, given the difficulty of the course, the weather, strange clubs and not having played for about five months) and make my new goal just to break a hundred. My third shot goes off the toe of the 4 iron and into the native grass again. Another drop followed by a pretty good six iron and I'm on the fringe on the right side of the green. My first putt is going way too fast--but catches the middle back of the cup and stops within two feet and I "save" a 7. 19 over after fifteen.
Hole 16--Par 4, 365 yds. One more hike up the mountain (or in this case, cart ride). I find one of the mulitiple fairway bunkers off the tee. All I can do is blast out back onto the fairway and then stroke a fairly decent 6 iron into the middle of the green. Another boring two putt for bogey and I'm 20 over after sixteen.
Hole 17--Par 4, 486 yds. While 18 at Kapalua gets all off the attention, 17 is just a "miniature" version of the finishing hole. You're actually at the highest point on the course on the tee box--and the wind is just howling behind you. I catch my drive a little high on the face and don't get the rollout I hoped for on the severe slope. That being said, it was still just over 300-yards--leaving me about 183 out. I choose 6-iron (which I have now used for every yardage between 185 and 120 today) and catch it a little thin--but the ball catches the slope in front and rolls to about 12 feet. Another heartbreaking lip out and I get a two putt par. 20 over after seventeen.
Hole 18--Par 5, 666 yds. There are a handful of tee shots that excite golfers more than any other: 17 at TPC Sawgrass, 18 at Carnoustie, 18 at Pebble, 17 at St Andrews and half the holes at Augusta National. 18 at Kapalua is one of those as well. Not because of danger--but rather because of the potential for hitting a once in a lifetime shot. And on this day, I hit that shot. After the required photos, I teed her high and swung with nearly all of my might. Somehow, I hit a high slight draw that caught the slope on the right side of the fairway and rolled and rolled and rolled and rolled and rolled--finally coming to a stop 410 yards from the tee!! I was a full 100 yards ahead of both of the Chicago Guys (who begrudgingly congratulated on my shot) and about 50 yards ahead of Canadian Doctor. The crazy thing is, I still had 253 to get home in two. I chose 3 wood hoping to catch the slope right of the green and roll it down to the hole like the pros do every year on Sunday. Unfortunately, I was a little too pumped up and hit a pull. It looked like I was headed into the ravine--but I cleared by a few feet and bounced into the left front bunker. My best sand shot of the day left me with an 8 footer for birdie......and it caught the left edge and went down! A bird to finish an all-around great day. Final Score: 92, 19 over par.
We are heading back to Hawaii again in a couple of years--and I plan to play Kapalua Plantation again. But this time I'm going to have my clubs shipped ahead so that I can be a bit more comfortable out there. I should probably take a more than four or five pictures as well. I'll look for those on our flash drives this weekend and post some in the near future.
I played Kapalua on my honeymoon back in February of 2005. I started the day with the caramel-iest caramel roll I have ever had in my life at a cafe in Lahaina. After I was done, my hands were so sticky that I could have played without any grips--I would have been able to grab just a steel or graphite shaft and hang onto it no problem. Then I made the breathtaking trip up the coast to Kapalua Resort--winding my way along black rock cliffs and homes that probably cost ten-figures to the course. Since we had rented this junky Jeep Wrangler (because the rental place would let you take their vehicles on the "back road to Hana" and I wanted to experience that without worrying about getting stuck and having no one come out to save us) I parked as far away from the clubhouse as possible--hoping people would think it belonged to one of the grounds crew. Then I headed in and changed in the Players Locker Room.
Thanks to a friend, I got the resort guest rate--instead of general public--saving me a few bucks. I didn't bring along my clubs (and this was before the bag fees charged by the airlines) because we we already hauling nine pieces of luggage halfway around the world--and there was no way to handle another bag. So I ended up renting a set of Ping G5 woods and irons. Very nice clubs--unfortunately, they were not fit for a guy 6'3" tall and who is used to extended length shafts. They did not have any longer clubs available--so I would have to learn to adjust. Another thing that disappointed me, the trademark "Pineapple Butterfly" bag tag had "Rental" stamped on it--not my last name. (Fortunately, we found a lost tag from a Japanese guy after the round and I could bring that home as a momento. "I see you played Kapalua Mr Suzuki.")
After getting my gear, I headed out to the driving range. Let's just say, it wasn't quite what I expected from a PGA Tour site. The range has been cut into a grove of tall pines and it seemed rather small and short. Perhaps that is why the TOC is such a limited field--there would be nowhere for a full field to warm up. After getting loose, it was off to the first tee to meet my partners for the day: two guys from Chicago and a doctor from Toronto. They were staying at the resort, had their own clubs, and the FIBS had played Plantation twice before that week, so they would "help us get around".
Conditions that day were pretty average for that part of Maui: Mostly cloudy, windy with spotty rain showers. "The Trades" were blowing about 20 sustained with gusts around 30 for our round. The starter told us we would "have fun" with that wind. We all decided we would play the Blues because "you only live once--may as well see all of it today".
Hole 1--Par 4, 473yds. The starter suggested we play for a 210 yard shot off the tee as the combination of the wind and the slope would send anything longer into the deep valley in front of the green. Normally, 210 would be a 4-Hybrid. Unfortunately, my set didn't have a 4H so I had to hit a 4 iron instead. After a few nervous practice swings and waggles, I let her rip--catching the middle of the ball and shooting a low laser beam that just cleared the other sets of tees and rolled about 150 yards down the fairway. I reassured the other guys in the group, the clubs were too short for me--and that I would learn to adjust. Second shot, I'm caught in no man's land--as I've got 300 to the front edge--and about 140 yards to the start of the steep slope leading into the valley, with a two club wind behind me. So I try an 8 iron to hopefully layup and roll out to the end of the fairway before the valley. Unfortunately, I hit another low laser beam that flies about 120 and disappears into the swale. So now I'm looking at 114 to the pin out of the rough to a green that is about 20-feet above me. A full wedge gets me on the green about 40-feet away. I've heard all about how "grainy" Hawaiian greens are. So I'm behind my first putt looking for all this grain--and I don't see it. In fact, I realize I have no idea what I'm supposed to be looking for. So I play my first putt for about a two foot right to left break and watch it miss about three feet under the hole. "You gotta play for the grain" says one of the Chicago Guys. "I guess" was my reply. Anyway, short on the comebacker so it's a three-putt double on the first.
Hole 2--Par 3, 218 yds. I'm last off the tee and hit a 3 iron off the toe into the second greenside bunker. Something else about Kapalua, they apparently brought the sand for the bunkes up the mountain from the beach at Ka'anapali--because they are super soft and the sand is super heavy. I leave my first shot in the bunker, then blast out to about 15 feet. A two putt double and I am quickly four over after two.
Hole 3--Par 4, 380 yds. For the first time in the round we are playing into the wind now. Playing last, I hit a low straight drive right down the middle and get a pretty decent roll to about 140 out. Now I'm looking at a two-club headwind, so I'm playing a full 6 in and for the first time all day I catch it flush and end up about 25-feet past the hole. My first putt cozies up and I tap in for my first par. Four over after three.
Hole 4--Par 4, 382 yds. This is just a killer hole. Uphill all the way and into the trade wind all the way. Playing first I hit a push made worse by the wind right of the fairway bunker and close to the "native grass" (which in an effort to speed up play, is all marked as a red hazard so you can drop if you go in--rather than going back to the tee to play another shot.) Fortunately, I'm still in play, about 135 out. I hit a thin 6 iron this time coming up short of the green. An average chip and two putts and I'm home with a bogey. Five over after four.
Hole 5--Par 5, 532 yds. This hole plays side hill, cross wind and my drive catches the wind and goes about 50 yards into the native grass 50 yards right of the fairway. After a drop, a thin 4 iron and another thin 4 iron I'm deep and left of the green. A perfect high pitch (without my beloved 60-degree wedge) and I sink a five footer to salvage bogey. Six over after five.
Hole 6--Par 4 398 yds. After what seemed like a mile long cart ride (Kapalua is impossible to walk. Even the pros and their caddies take carts between a number of the holes) we arrive at the down wind down hill hole. I play third and hit this beautiful high fade that I thought was going to be perfect. But both of the Chicago Guys insist that there is no way I hit it far enough to carry the native grass--and that I should hit another ball from the tee. Now according to my yardage book, it would have been about 265 to carry the hazard on the line my ball was taking--and with a two club wind behind, I could easily hit that yardage. But they insisted and I teed up another--carrrying the big bunker that splits the fairway about 280 out. The Canadian Doctor was on the left side of the fairway as well, so we went to his ball first. We didn't see another ball in the fairway, so I thought maybe the Chicago Guys were right and that I was in the crap. So I played my second ball--missing the green with a flat out shank right. On the way to my "third shot" I come across my first tee ball just right of the fairway about 30 yards from the green. Because I'm already steaming after the poor approach shot, I make a big deal about finding the ball far beyond where the Chicago Guys thought that I could hit it. "I can't believe you can hit it that far!" one of them shouts back. A sloppy pitch to the elevated green left me about 20 feet away. The still cleverly-disguised grain kills my putt and I come up about three feet short. I knock in the knee knocker and get out with a "cheaters par". Six over after six and feeling pretty good about myself now. (Totally forgot about the "provisional" ball and drove off without picking it up.)
Hole 7--Par 4 484 yds. We pull up to this tee box and for the first time I remember that I have the camera along today and I should probably be taking some pictures. The view of Molokai is unbelievable on this hole--and I must have been too distracted. Going first, I hit my first moster pull of the day and yank my tee shot into the jungle grass left of the fairway. After a drop, I chunk a 5 iron out of the rough, skull a 9 iron to the back edge and three putt from about 70 feet and walk off with a triple bogey 7. Nine over after seven.
Hole 8--Par 3, 203 yds. Another unbelievably beautiful hole where you carry this lush ravine all the way from the tee to the green. I hit my best 4 iron of the day and reach the front edge. Two putts from 30 feet and I'm back on the good track. Nine over after eight.
Hole 9--Par 5, 521 yds. The name of the hole is "Long". It should be changed to "Nutbuster" as it is all uphill, into the wind with another deep valley crossing the fairway about 300-yards out. Playing first, I pop up a drive that gets up into the headwind and dies about 150-yards out. We joked that it looked like it was actually coming back at us on the way down. Then I catch the 3 wood on the screws and watch as that shot swoops up and straight down--still short of the valley. Another 3 wood gets me across but right, near the fairway bunkers. I mash an 6 iron from 120 and still come up short of the green!! I manage to chip it on--but miss a makeable four footer to three jack it and take an 8. 12 over (48) at the turn.
Hole 10--Par 4, 354 yds. A pretty non-descript hole heading back up the mountain. I hit the fairway off the tee, just miss the green right but hit a nice chip to about six feet and make the putt for par. 12-over after ten.
Hole 11--Par 3, 164 yds. This is the hole they show on TV all the time with the surfers in the bay behind the green. After a number of pictures--and a group shot with the ocean behind--I thin my 6 iron short of the front bunkers. A pulled pitch shot followed by three putts and I've killed my momentum again with a double. 14 over after 11.
Hole 12--Par 4, 373 yds. Another picture hole as you tee over the lush ravine--with the island of Lanai in the distance. I'm getting the feel for the G5 driver now and stripe one down the middle about 285. A perfect 8 iron in and two putts and I'm 14-over after twelve.
Hole 13--Par 4, 407 yds. I hit what should have been a push slice off the tee--but the wind holds it fairly straight and I miss the fairway just a little bit right about 130 out. I cut a nice little 7-iron against the wind and have just 15 feet left. I hit my first lip out of the day and have to settle for a par. 14 over thirteen.
Hole 14--Par 4, 305 yds. All uphill and all into the wind. I don't have a hybrid, so I try to "smooth' a 3 iron out there. Instead, I catch it thin again and roll one out just past the ladies tees. I hack one out of the rough, then pull a 6 iron into the left front bunker. I barely get out, putt from just off the green and putt twice more to take a triple. 17 over after fourteen.
Hole 15--Par 5, 555 yds. This is back uphill--but the wind doesn't seem that strong where we are. This time I push it right into the native grass. I now realize that I am not likely to break 90 today (which was my goal, given the difficulty of the course, the weather, strange clubs and not having played for about five months) and make my new goal just to break a hundred. My third shot goes off the toe of the 4 iron and into the native grass again. Another drop followed by a pretty good six iron and I'm on the fringe on the right side of the green. My first putt is going way too fast--but catches the middle back of the cup and stops within two feet and I "save" a 7. 19 over after fifteen.
Hole 16--Par 4, 365 yds. One more hike up the mountain (or in this case, cart ride). I find one of the mulitiple fairway bunkers off the tee. All I can do is blast out back onto the fairway and then stroke a fairly decent 6 iron into the middle of the green. Another boring two putt for bogey and I'm 20 over after sixteen.
Hole 17--Par 4, 486 yds. While 18 at Kapalua gets all off the attention, 17 is just a "miniature" version of the finishing hole. You're actually at the highest point on the course on the tee box--and the wind is just howling behind you. I catch my drive a little high on the face and don't get the rollout I hoped for on the severe slope. That being said, it was still just over 300-yards--leaving me about 183 out. I choose 6-iron (which I have now used for every yardage between 185 and 120 today) and catch it a little thin--but the ball catches the slope in front and rolls to about 12 feet. Another heartbreaking lip out and I get a two putt par. 20 over after seventeen.
Hole 18--Par 5, 666 yds. There are a handful of tee shots that excite golfers more than any other: 17 at TPC Sawgrass, 18 at Carnoustie, 18 at Pebble, 17 at St Andrews and half the holes at Augusta National. 18 at Kapalua is one of those as well. Not because of danger--but rather because of the potential for hitting a once in a lifetime shot. And on this day, I hit that shot. After the required photos, I teed her high and swung with nearly all of my might. Somehow, I hit a high slight draw that caught the slope on the right side of the fairway and rolled and rolled and rolled and rolled and rolled--finally coming to a stop 410 yards from the tee!! I was a full 100 yards ahead of both of the Chicago Guys (who begrudgingly congratulated on my shot) and about 50 yards ahead of Canadian Doctor. The crazy thing is, I still had 253 to get home in two. I chose 3 wood hoping to catch the slope right of the green and roll it down to the hole like the pros do every year on Sunday. Unfortunately, I was a little too pumped up and hit a pull. It looked like I was headed into the ravine--but I cleared by a few feet and bounced into the left front bunker. My best sand shot of the day left me with an 8 footer for birdie......and it caught the left edge and went down! A bird to finish an all-around great day. Final Score: 92, 19 over par.
We are heading back to Hawaii again in a couple of years--and I plan to play Kapalua Plantation again. But this time I'm going to have my clubs shipped ahead so that I can be a bit more comfortable out there. I should probably take a more than four or five pictures as well. I'll look for those on our flash drives this weekend and post some in the near future.
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