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Golf Australia Express : Issue 10
By Damian Shutie Editor-in-Chief VIEW THE GETTING OLDER. I t ’s a fact of life. And unfortunately, it’s happening to us all—all the time. But if you find the thought depressing, perhaps you should think about something I was once told: “Never get upset about growing old—too many people are denied the privilege”. That philosophical statement has stuck with me for years and I reckon it’s a pretty good way to approach life in general. But it’s only natural that we reflect on our own humble histories when we hit certain milestones, and turning 30 this week has done exactly that for me. At 30, no longer will I be given the freedom to stuff up like those in their 20s are afforded. We just expect them to. Nor do I now command the respect from having seen it all in life, like we often hear from 40- and 50-year-olds. Geez, all of a sudden a full decade of being in my 30s is shaping up to be a limbolic one. But enough of my personal sooky insight; let’s get back to the year that was. Many of you reading will remember 1981 as a time when Australian cricket, too, was in limbo, the Australian Open tennis was still played on grass at Kooyong, and David Graham was the best known Australian golfer. It was also the beginning of terrible fashion, worse hairdos (mullet anyone?) and some horrible music (think Bros, Milli Vanilli and New Kids on the Block, or NKOTB to the cool kids). Shudder the thought. So it was probably fitting that yours truly—a somewhat tangential space cadet—was born into a chaotic era wedged firmly between the ‘free love’ 70s and the ‘whatever’ 90s. With that in mind, those of us here at OTG thought it would be as good a time as ever to head back and remember the state of golf 30 years ago. Well the trip down Memory Lane unearthed some rather interesting tidbits about the year (which you’ll read about later). On reflection, the experience has been amazing—seeing what others born in 1981 have achieved in life—and golf in particular—showed I need to get working at the range pretty quickly. This Class of ’81 includes Nick Watney, Aaron Baddeley, Lorena Ochoa and Suzann Pettersen just to name a handful. It’s a mix of major winners, rising stars and millionaires. Oh, and a retiree (if only it was me). When analysing the game itself, there’s little doubt it’s come a long way in three decades—you need only look at today’s prize purses to realise the corporate growth of golf in that time. So again I’m a year older—this time into a new bracket. But it’s not a negative thing. The way I see it, each year becomes one closer to shooting my age. And no matter what age we are, we can all dream of that. EMAIL YOUR THOUGHTS TO: firstname.lastname@example.org HAPPY B’DAY TO ME Reflecting on 30 years of mediocrity. How depressing...