It’s
that one shot that brings you back, isn’t it.
You’re having a lousy round, but that last iron shot to within five feet
for a makeable birdie to salvage a disastrous round on the final hole always
brings you back. What a tease.
I
lived it. The one time I played the Old
Course at St. Andrews, I had a hellacious day.
As a portent of things to come, on the first hole I striped a 7-iron
from the fairway, nice and high, perfect for a midlands course, a disaster for
a links course. The ball flew straight into
the teeth of a strong wind (actually a gale) that never relented the entire
round. My ball sailed high and straight
and after a Long, beautiful flight landed about 25 feet in front of me. Oh boy, an elephant’s ass if there ever was
one (high and stinky.)
On
the way out on the front, the wind blew across from left to right out to the Firth
of Forth, taking every one of my shots hard right with it. I played out of the
right rough the whole way out to the turn, waving to the happy bathers out on
the strand on every hole, who were blissfully ignorant of my frustration at
every shot.
Then,
after the turn, heading in, the wind blew hard right to left, again taking all
my shots with it. Ugh. I loved hitting from the adjacent fairway on
every hole, since I hadn’t hit one from that fairway the entire way out from
the clubhouse. And don’t ask about the
Road Hole.
But on the last hole I drove over the Swilcan
Burn, and, staring the Valley of Sin right in the gob, I put an iron shot 10
feet from the hole, pin high, and
two-putted for par. The sun reflected off
of the craggy face of the venerable R &A, with a bagpipe playing somewhere
in the old town behind us (true!), and despite the fact that my score resembled
a bad blood pressure reading, I was already looking forward to the next round
of golf. I was ready to turn the cart
around.
Original
lyrics: Shattered, by O.A.R
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2008
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Copyright: EMI April Music, Inc., G WATT Music
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Old Man Time Music, Inc.
In a way, I need a change
From this blasted game
From this blasted game
Another chunk, another putt, another
lousy score
But it's always back to golf
But it's always back to golf
Fumble left and right
At the driving range
Got the cart, sat and thought
There's more I need
It's always back to you
But I'm good without ya
Yeah No good without you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
How many times can I swing til I stripe it?
way out of bounds, can't decide what’s the matter
At the driving range
Got the cart, sat and thought
There's more I need
It's always back to you
But I'm good without ya
Yeah No good without you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
How many times can I swing til I stripe it?
way out of bounds, can't decide what’s the matter
I always turn the cart around
Give me a break; let me make a good swing plane
All that it takes is some time
Yes I'm shattered
I always turn the cart around
I had no idea that the round
Would take so damn long
Took it out, on the path
Took it out, on the path
While the putts don’t fall
Push it right again
But I'm good without ya
Yeah No good without you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
How many times can I swing til I stripe it?
way out of bounds, can't decide what’s the matter
Push it right again
But I'm good without ya
Yeah No good without you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
How many times can I swing til I stripe it?
way out of bounds, can't decide what’s the matter
I always turn the cart around
Give me a break; let me make a good swing plane
All that it takes is some time
Yes I'm shattered
I always turn the cart around
Give it up, give it up Baby
Can’t give it up, give it up no how
How many times can I change my damn putter?
Can’t find the line, can't decide left or right lip
I always turn the cart around
How many times can I swing til I stripe it?
way out of bounds, can't decide what’s the matter
I always turn the cart around
Don't wanna turn that cart around
But I gotta turn this thing around
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2008
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Copyright EMI April Music, Inc., G
WATT Music and Old Man Time Music, Inc.
Copyright R.E. Kelly 2012-2018
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