Golf as the Pig knows it is a barmy distraction, played out with old mates in pleasing locations. Yesterday it was AK, BH and CL at Aston Wood Golf Club. Golf as Bryson Dechambeau knows it, is a rather charmless sequence of smash and gouge bolted onto stellar putting.
The Pig (paired with CL) lost yesterday. DeChambeau won the US Open on Sunday at something approaching a canter and the voices of concern are loudly pronouncing the death of this daft game. Time for the Pig to have his say. The Pig finds it hard to warm to Bryson notwithstanding his manifest gifts. It's not the ugly power game that I mind so terribly, it's the painful slow play and I still haven't forgiven him for the dishonourable business with the burrowing ant. Pathetic. But here's the thing, the object of the exercise is to propel a tiny ball into a distant hole with as few blows of ill-suited implements as possible. DeChambeau was markedly the best at this and we must live with it. Those who set up golf courses for tournament play must adapt. It can be done.
Last week saw another pleasing golfing discovery. Courtesy of GC, and in the company of BH and NJ, Droitwich Golf Club was a thing of beauty. And not a hint of smash and gouge in sight.
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