Another 7-hole slog in the indoor golf sim, another night of heroics, meltdowns and creative language that would make a sailor blush.
Results (league points):
1.🥇Bart – 6 pts (+🏆 NTP, par 3)
2.🥇JustinBounds – 6 pts
3.🥇The Jockey – 6 pts
4. BDB – 4 pts
5. Baggers – 3 pts
6. The Sweeney – DNF, 0 pts
Lowey stepped in as a ghost player – couldn’t score any league points, but turned up at late notice like a golf-playing Avengers extra, keeping the group moving and the night alive. Much appreciated, even if the spreadsheet pretends he doesn’t exist.
On the golf itself it was a proper 3-way scrap for top spot – Bart, JustinBounds and The Jockey all finishing on the same score.
Bart put on a bit of a clinic on his Scottish return: strong from tee to green, and when it came to the side game he nicked the Nearest the Pin on the par 3 to grab the extra league point and walk away with the full 7 points. Proper captain’s performance – like he’d been secretly grinding links golf while the rest of us were just grinding pizza.
In behind, JustinBounds and The Jockey both walk away with 6 points for their share of 1st on the card:
The Jockey turned in a genuinely rock-solid, no-drama round – barely out of position, quietly assembling a very sensible card like a man who’s realised double bogeys don’t come with loyalty points.
JustinBounds was 'Justin in Time' to the tee, as usual. On the course he was knocking above average, but clearly feeling the effects of fitting 67 fire doors in the week – the powers slightly zapped. He did at least manage to create a moment of chippy magic and chip-in on the final hole to share the top slot, giving him a net 2.
BDB looked sharp on the range, but the tee shots didn’t quite make it out of first gear – possibly something to do with rocking up straight from 5-a-side footy to league night. Fair play: midfield engine, driving range… not quite there yet.
Meanwhile, Baggers did what Baggers does best: blew it as usual and then took swearing to a completely new level. If we’d actually had a swear jar, we’d have fully funded next year’s league by the 3rd hole.
The Sweeney had a night only a barber could love – plenty of cuts, not many finishes. The fade was decent, it just kept turning up on the wrong shot. This one’s going straight into the Winter League look book under “before” pictures.
Pizza, beers, a ghost player, Big Bart back from Scotland bullying the pin, The Jockey in metronome mode, Justin running on post–fire-door fumes, BDB rolling in from 5-a-side, and Baggers inventing new words…
Roll on next week...🍕🍺⛳