What happens in Vegas…

25 02 2010

You’ve all seen the commercials. So in the unlikely event that Robin and Glen’s respective spouses see this, a veil of secrecy will have to be drawn over this blog in order to ensure that what happened away from the golf course in Vegas stays in Vegas.

What happened ON the golf course was bad enough, for me anyway. Even giving the others their full handicap differential I thought I should probably beat them over three rounds, cream rising to the top and all that. Even after the first round, a disastrous 89 at Aliante with 5 (count ’em, five) doubles and no redeeming features whatsoever, I thought I still had time to put things right. My second shot on the opening hole at The Legacy put me right: a complete 90 degree shank into an imposing house adjoining the fairway. I barely had time to pray “please not the windows” before there was an almighty bang (the siding, thankfully). Not fifteen seconds later a lady appeared, wanting to know who had hit a Titleist 3 into her yard. I was ready to deny all knowledge, but Robin and Glen were literally rolling on the fairway laughing and so I fessed up. “Happens all the time”, said the lady, as she threw me my ball back. My nerve, however, was gone. Three more doubles and a horrible 85 left me 16 shots back of Robin. Even Glenny was whipping my butt.

Things finally got better yesterday at Rhodes Ranch (our favourite course of the three) and I got some birdies and broke 80. Robin, however, was not to be denied. Not only did he smite several 290/300 yard drives, he actually drove a 280 yard par 4 straight over a large water hazard and left his 80 foot eagle putt just a few inches short.

Fortunately for Glennie and me, some special rules had been put in place for the competition which meant that even though Robin took our money each day, he had to buy the beer afterwards and thus made a net financial loss. However, the fact that he is the winner of the inaugural Vegas Classic will, I’m sure, make it all worthwhile. Now, if only he can find a gift for Sandy before he gets home, it will have been a dazzlingly successful trip for him. Glennie’s mediocre performance on the golf course was redeemed by success in the casinos and the purchase of a stylish new titfer. As for myself, I had no more success at the Blackjack tables than I did on the fairways – a truly dismal performance from a man who two weeks ago was foolishly claiming that he thought he had golf figured out.

I now head off for San Diego, a sadder, wiser and slightly poorer man, hoping that my fortunes will change next week as I seek paid employment as a caddie on the Golden State Tour.

In the meantime, keep it on the short grass, unlike yours truly who visited rocks, desert and water features in equal measure over the past three days. Next time I’m putting and hit it a tad hard and someone says “hit a house”, I’ve a feeling I’m going to have a nasty flashback to our Vegas trip…

All da best.

Dave B.


Just for Martin…

12 02 2010

As you can see, I’ve added a couple of pictures of the Big Club. If you look very closely at the second one you can see  a plaque that reads ‘Martin Davies: 2002’. We’ve kept a close eye on his handicap since then, which is why his name hasn’t appeared a second time…

The fact that the pictures are on there at all is all down to my friend Ben, Martin’s son. My computer skills are so pitiful that Ben has to keep a close eye on things to ensure that I don’t delete the site entirely.

I’ll try to add one more blog in the next few days before I head off down to Las Vegas with Glen and Robin. We’ve booked three courses to play while we’re there (Aliante, the Legacy and Rhodes Ranch) and if I score well you’ll hear all about it…

All da best.