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I can’t remember when it happened. But the results came out……

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Hi, I am @robertscross and welcome to Day 82 of My Golf Life 2017 I think about golf every day, without fail. Maybe not daily but hourly or even (no pun intended) “ByTheMinute” I am a golf junkie. I can’t help it. If you’ve missed any days then have a little look here http://www.bytheminute.co/users/1430

Afternoon, hopefully you’ve had a great week filled of amazing (speedy) golf. Now, after last week’s blog post surrounding slow play, I did not mention my play or any outcome of the March Medal. So here goes before I move onto this weekend’s fun and merriment.

Golf is tough; it’s a game of losses, because realistically with big fields, dodgy protected handicaps and inconsistent amateur swing’s it’s really hard to win. Often 50+ players (this week’s Captain Drive-In had 103 players!!) a one off round only, it’s a race to hold it together, don’t panic when you’re playing well and hope that someone doesn’t come in with a better score.

Last week’s medal was superb, not for me (result wise), but Golf displayed that if you persist, never give up hope, even when you can’t hit an iron (shank city) and have to take a hybrid for any distance between 170 and 130 yards – it will reward you.

I shot 89 and frankly you read last week why, so in the response of slow play my stock response is now “no comment” I finished 39th – it wasn’t pretty. I have to be honest, by the end of the day I couldn’t care less about my result.

I was out early and in the clubhouse at 12:30. I had a beer and waited for the other groups to come in. Usually it’s a quick pint, a load of banter, most people reflecting on an equally poor round. Missed putts, tales of if I hadn’t taken 14 on the 9th I would have won by 3……. This week, March Medal 2017 – was different.

My dad (Crossy Snr) came into the clubhouse and joined our table, he seemed happy – which, after a serious decline in handicap (not ability) has been rare. I always ask more in hope than realism, that maybe he’s done “alright”. His opening is normally, “I had 4 blobs” then he tells me the good stuff.

Not today, “Nett 68” (-3) “Awesome!”

So, we sat and waited (the table was full of people who seemed to be harbouring the same hope as I, that it was enough to win), I left my car at the club. This was going to be a long wait.

68 was leading but another competitor playing off a 5 handicap, was -2 gross after 7 holes.