Golf cancelled...again

It’s a frustrating caper the Winter League. You spend the week getting all revved up for a knock only for inclement weather to close the course. They don’t suffer this in Florida, their only danger is lack of water with which to hydrate sun bathed players or suspension of play because the sun’s too bright. Oh for a winter league abroad, to sign your scorecard while sitting in shorts on the veranda with a club soda instead of beneath five layers of clothing with a pen containing frozen ink.

That’s two weekends running I’ve missed my golf, first due to water logging following a monsoon and second because the course had become an ice rink. In truth it’s probably for the best, an enforced break can only do my game, and Keith’s sanity, good. If Villa’s strikers couldn’t hit a cow’s arse with a banjo then neither can I with a golf club. Every cloud has a silver lining (once it’s finished depositing it’s contents on Stonehaven Golf Club) and my rest from golf might bring back a new me. 

I was watching Rory play a tournament in Dubai at the weekend (on the telly like) and spotted something in his game that I just might put into practice myself. To let you into a secret, he was standing on the tee, taking the club back then despatching the ball 320 yards down the middle. Buoyed by this discovery, I propose to replicate it when next I have the chance. And they say watching telly’s bad for you, pah! I’ve still to work on my short game but at least it looks like I’ve got my driving licked.