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Golf Australia Express : Issue 5
In this week’s issue of OTG CLUTCH SHOTS IN HISTORY PLUS Caption to go here Caption to go here Caption to go here Caption to go here Caption to go here ALSO 5 GREATEST EDITOR’S LETTER Welcome to the first edition of On The Green. We’re excited to bring you a weekly wrap-up of global golf from the past 7 days as well as a preview into this week’s upcoming events. We’re excited to show you the most picturesque golf courses from across the globe in all their spectacular glory. We’re even excited to show you the latest golf gear available and present you unbiased reviews of these products so you have confi- dence when throwing your hard earned down for a new addition to your bag. But most of all, we’re excited to put the fun of golf back on the radar. For too long this sport has been dictated by what we at OTG like to call, the Stale Brigade. These old farts who tell us we’re not welcome on their fairways unless we’re dressed like their 80-year-old selves, or have plain white socks on when we play because colour is offensive.(Of course, we all know white socks make you play better.) So here we are, ready to shake things up a tad so that you, the real golfer, can enjoy and share this great game on your terms. Golf belongs to everyone. It’s high time we started shouting that fact. See you on the greens. DAMIAN SHUTIE IT’S TIME to come clean. Some of you may have been wondering whether everything I’ve said so far has come from my own, personal experience. It has not. Many of the tips I gave in my article about the PsychOut came from another source—a friend with whom I have shared many rounds, both on the course and at the 19th. A mentor. Jack— and that is his real name—signalled his class and character from the first moment I met him. We were due to play a game which a friend of mine had organised at and I, without a car, was to be picked up close to the city at 9am for TeeO at 10:30am. Jack arrived at 8.45am, walked in to my flat and commented on the apparent disarray before demanding a coffee and ordering me to hurry up. We were, he said, running late. We were in opposing pairs and, at that fledgling stage of our friendship, I had no way of knowing the heights he had climbed with regards to ‘Unsettling the Opposition’. As we sped down the highway I couldn’t help but flick eyes towards the speedo—he was topping 120 on an 80kph strip and I was starting to flinch. I didn’t know it then, but he relished every jump and nervous twitch. He was already playing. We passed a sign warning of speed cameras, and his response caught me unawares. “[Expletive] Greed Cameras!” Jack’s accent is part Irish with a touch of indistinct European Other. Slamming on the brakes he told me to open the glove box and take a sticker from the bundle waiting for such an opportunity and, in his words, “Give the first two letters a tickle”. The sticker simply read “Gr”. Running back to the sign—a good 100m—I couldn’t help but wonder what I was doing. I didn’t want to show myself as spineless—after all, I was going to spend the afternoon wandering a golf course with him. Nevertheless, reaching up and putting the sticker in place (the sign now reading “Greed Cameras Operate in this Area”) in full view of mid-morning traffic sent my nerves jangling discordant tunes. By the time we got to the course carpark I was a gibbering mess. My friend clearly saw his mistake straight—he had delivered me into the hands of the enemy and we were both going to pay the price. By the time we hit the back nine I had found some form, but by then it was too late. We came in with honour, but the first round of drinks was on us. All was not lost. Jack and I found a great friendship and since then the greens have been our confessional, the bar our holy sacrament and speed camera signs, well, they’ve never been the same. From him I learned everything I know about the PsychOut, and I can assure you, it was not wise to take a round with unacknowledged debts. Jack—it’s time for another game. This one’s on me. OTG MEET JACK. HE’S INVENTIVE, WILY AND STRANGELY FOREIGN. IT WAS ONLY GONNA BE A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE HE GRACED US WITH HIS PRESENCE. AND AS YOU’LL READ, THE ADVENTURE HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN. BREAKING 80 with Will Hone IN HONING