DO IT FOR THE STAT'S
It was January 3 rd , the festivities of 2024 were over, the tinsel and baubles had been packed away and ambitions, resolutions and vows had been set for 2025. My ambition was to play better, I resolved to keep my focus and I vowed not to lose my temper. Sadly, by lunch time I had failed on all three counts. What could possibly cause this to happen so quickly? Easy really. Golf! The PGA season had begun at The Sentry GC, Hawaii, with temperatures ranging from 25 to 30 o C, ours began at Skidby Lakes in temperatures ranging from -1 to 3 o C. For various reasons only four intrepid contestants turned out on the day. The Metronome and the Beau had bowed out. Work commitments and ‘things to do’ were the new year justifications. Twitcher Handy had gone South for the winter, Doc had not been seen since his return from the Iberian Peninsula and rumour had it, he had moved on to a Slavic Health Farm. As ever, the C_ns_n_nt K_d, was juggling his options between our LIV splin...