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Golf Australia Express : Issue 28
ITHINKIT’S time to address an old and often repeated assumption that tarnishes the great game of golf. Many of you will have heard people talk disparagingly about an upper-class game, as if it was almost responsible for the creation of a class structure in our society. To a degree, if they were living 400 or 500 years ago, they would have had a point—back then, in the deep and foggy mists of golf’s past, it was enjoyed almost purely by the British royalty. But the worm has changed its spots and turned over more new leaves than spring sends forth at the end of winter. Golf is now a game played by all—from thong-wearing blokes named Barry with a beer-guts acting as counterweights on their drives, to the schmickly- dressed and manicured businesspeople who can’t quite shake the waft of psychopath that drips from fairway banter of acquisitions and KPIs. We know people from all walks enjoy golf, but the perception of snobbery remains—it is out there and I believe it’s time we did something to address this great iniquity. Brethren in golf, this is a call to arms—a call to clubs if you will—a call to raise the pin high and with gusto shout to the world that golf is an egalitarian game. Take to the streets with manifesto and placard, letting all who hear listen to our demands that golf be recognised as a game of the people. Saturate the airwaves and eclipse the blogosphere with 15-second sound-bites and written rants looting people’s attention that they may all be aware of our inalienable right to golf. Let the masses rise up and as one, their THIS WEEK, WE HEAR A STIRRING, PASSIONATE CALL-TO-ARMS FROM OUR OWN WILL HONE. VIVA LA GOLF REVOLUTION with Will Hone IN HONING drivers in the air, call to the very heavens that even God may hear their shouts as they proclaim their intent to have a quick round this weekend. Then shall the doubters be humble, their fingers nimble as they dance over smart-phone screen searching for the nearest golf pro, the soonest booking for a lesson in what will by then be an essential aspect of social etiquette. Then shall we, the long suffering believers who held strong... [Ahem] I’ve been spending a lot of time with Jack recently. I need to be careful... OTG Golf is now a game played by all—even thong- wearing blokes named Barry with a beer-guts.