16/04/2024
Ok here it is...
I've currently got my pig hooves in the air trying to relax as old dad dad here has a bad case of hand, foot and mouth. Classic dad vibes. Anyway, the day before I started falling a part physically (and emotionally) I managed to sneak out for an early round of golf back where it all started at eight years old. Walton Golf Club.
Left: My brother Richard. He's a former Tour Pro and annoyingly he is better than me. I have beat him a couple of times but f*** it's rare.
Middle: Pam (Mum, nickname "Ra"). She's been as low as a 2 handicap and is currently the greenkeeper at this course!
Me: Looking good in my new s**t. Chur Under Armour.
Anyway. It's never just a fun round. There is tension in the air whenever we play. It was neck and neck after 15 holes but sadly I three-whacked the 16th and bogeyed 18 to lose to Richard yet again. Me, 74, him 72. Absolute s**t. However, after that loss I thought...
A) We should probably do an actual match at Walton and throw it on YouTube.
B) Playing here is like going back through a photo album. Literally years of our lives were spent here. What a place! I found an old photo of us in 90s as well. Cool eh? In that photo we're standing in the same place just from a different angle.
Don't get me wrong playing at the top courses is amazing but honestly if I had one more round in the tank before kicking the bucket I would come back here and have a hate fuelled match with family. That is what it's all about for me.
Side note, the other brother is Paul. He's also hits bombs. But he lives in Aus.
As you were 🫡