It's good to see that you've written a huge article about defensive modifications stifle Oakland. It was really a good read. tho rugby & golf are not same but I wanna share my experience too! High above Cruden Bay a sensation hits you harder than the waves crashing into the sandy beach below. The ruins of Slains Castle are visible in the distance, linking today with the past, while off in the horizon a deep blue sea meets the sky, an exhilarating reminder of how vast the world is; and how small the golf ball you’re chasing around it is. but befor I start, I must Say that, Nifty Golf helped me a lot to chose the right golf equipment.
“If you don’t feel great to be alive here,” my caddie, Richard, says, "there’s something wrong with you.”
I concur. As wrapped up as I often get in my own game, this is one of several moments I forget I’m playing at all. Cruden Bay is a magical place, and I’m winding down an unforgettable journey with six people I'd never met before. But let’s back up to share how I got there.
As part of a contest run by TaylorMade in conjunction with Visit Scotland, Golf Digest, and Golf Aberdeen, two lucky guys and their plus-ones won an all-expenses paid golf trip to Scotland. And not just any trip. The group (I was fortunate enough to represent Golf Digest along with Hally Leadbetter) got to attend the final round of the Open Championship at Carnoustie, play Carnoustie the following day, and then play Trump International and Cruden Bay before flying home. TaylorMade’s Ryan Lauder and James Smith rounded out our crew of eight, serving as our fun, gracious hosts as well as our chauffeurs — which was a good thing, because we drove a lot and we wouldn’t have survived me navigating the right side of Scotland’s often narrow streets. Anyway, here are 8 things (not related to the Open) that I learned from our golf trip.
1. Carnoustie is tough
OK, I didn’t need to go all the way to Scotland to learn this, but yeah, it’s tough. Something that Henrik Stenson and Paul Casey confirmed to me on the eve of my big round. Our group began the day by practicing at nearby Panmure Golf Club. Just like Hogan did in 1953!
Although, our range session was far from Hoganesque. Hitting balls off what’s essentially hardpan is a hard adjustment. And hitting those kinds of shots on a course well guarded with pot bunkers, burns and out-of-bounds markers is even more difficult. My group only played the tips on No. 1 (the starter practically begged us to), No. 16 and No. 18. I was five over on those three holes, and shot a decent 85 from the member’s tees. It also helped that I just came up short or skirted at least six nasty fairway bunkers.
The ball barely short of the bunker is mine. The ball in the bunker is Hally’s. Sorry, Hally. (Although, she probably still beat me on the hole.) I barely missed the burn right on No. 18 and after laying up short of the burn short of the green on my second (No, I am not a long hitter), I thought I hit a perfect gap wedge. Wrong. It rolled and rolled until it went over the green and I three-putted from there for a double-bogey 6. Not that a certain Frenchman wouldn’t have taken that 19 years ago. .