MATCH PLAY SEMI-FINALS AND STABLEFORD

 

We were warned.

The weather forecasts didn’t pull any punches.

A very big cold front, with heavy showers, small hail and the possibility of thunderstorms.

For once, the BOM was right on the money.

But did we believe them?

We did not.

The few, the intrepid few, teed off into the teeth of a gale.

Telling themselves, it would get better. But it didn't.

It actually got worse.

By the time we got to the fourth green, it was under water.

The thunder was getting closer and closer.

And the small hail was no longer so small.

How am I going to find my ball in all that?

Already, the more sensible were making their way back to the bar, where they ate hot chips and played drinking games to decide who was to be awarded the WOW.

That’s the Wimp of the Week award.

Meanwhile, the remnants of the last two groups battled their way to the ninth, in what had by then become a social round.

The sun's coming out!

And there the day came to an end.

The match play semi-finals had been abandoned.

There were no novelties.

Consistency scores went unrecorded.

There were no contributions to eclectics.

And scorecards went into the bin.        

Every so often, you have to have a day like that.\

It is, after all, a winter sport.

The golf gear will dry out. Umbrellas will be refurled, and the semi-finals will be rescheduled.

All will be well.

And you're probably thinking it's been a while since we had a sausage sizzle. Fear not, there will be one on August 29th, after the last of the Club Championship rounds. 

Next week - it’s another round of the Club Championship. That’s back to stroke.

And before we signoff, I wonder how many of us have had a conversation like this?