by clicking the arrows at the side of the page, or by using the toolbar.
by clicking anywhere on the page.
by dragging the page around when zoomed in.
by clicking anywhere on the page when zoomed in.
web sites or send emails by clicking on hyperlinks.
Email this page to a friend
Search this issue
Index - jump to page or section
Archive - view past issues
Golf Australia Express : Issue 24
PEOPLE WHO say death and taxes are the only certainties in life have clearly not met Jack. As sure as the sun will rise he’ll surprise, no matter what you thought was coming. Our conversation on the phone on Thursday was a good case in point. The call itself was expected—we’d been considering courses for Friday’s game throughout the week. But he wasn’t calling about the course; he was asking whether Oliver would be coming. Oliver is my 10-week-old son. I told Jack that no, I didn’t think Oliver would be making it out to the course this week, and that I had reservations about booking him in for a round in the foreseeable future. Silence has a certain volume when Jack is on the other end of the phone. I thought— and still think—10 weeks is a fairly raw age in life, and certainly a challenging time to be approaching a new sport. I still can’t believe I’m writing this—everything is a new sport when you’re 10 weeks old. Jack doesn’t see it that way. After what felt like 10 minutes of holding my ground in silence, he finally broke the impasse. “I’m only trying to help, mate. The sooner we get him out there on the greens, the better. I mean, there are two- year-olds out there with a swing that would make you weep. You might not like it, but that’s the competition.” I don’t know what shocked me more—that Jack was serious, or that he was suggesting Oliver was falling behind the game already. Surely, even in these days of decay and disrespect there are some things that are still sacred: the cut surface of a green; honesty in nearest-the- pin comps; paying debts from lost skins; and childhood. The sincerity of Jack’s concern would not leave me alone and Friday saw me bleary-eyed after grim dreams of tournaments sponsored by Huggies. Perhaps it was a vision of the future. If so, it’s my idea of hell. Maybe Oliver will like golf—I’d love to play a round with him sometime. But I pray to all that is good in this world we may avoid the perilous fate that befalls any civilisation that holds an Under 4 golf event referring to age rather than handicap. OTG WHOEVER SAYS GOLF IS AN OLD MAN’S GAME ISN’T KEEPING UP WITH THE TIMES. JACK SAYS IT’S ABOUT LEARNING THE COURSE BEFORE LEARNING TO WALK, WRITES WILL HONE. THE BENCHMARK FOR TODAY’S KIDS WAS SET BY A 2-YEAR-OLD TIGER WOODS [ABOVE] IT’S A YOUNG MAN’S GAME with Will Hone IN HONING