Well that was fun, well beyond fun to be honest.
Anyone who knows me, knows I love Archerfield, always have, Always will.
In last weeks blog I said how much I was looking forward to playing for 2 days in the Aberdeen Asset Management Ladies Scottish Open, love the event.
Well I got it wrong!!! I played in all 3 days!
How the hell I even made the cut is beyond me, but trust me I was not complaining.
Come Sunday morning my nerves were in shreds, at no point had I even thought of making the cut, actually Saturday night was a night mare.
As most of you know I had been struggling to get accommodation but eventually found a nice apartment and booked it for the Thursday and Friday nights, can you see where this is going?
So confident was I in my golfing abilities booking for Saturday night seemed a tad futile! D’oh !
I had a fantastic pro, Stephanie Na, not only a great golfer but a stunning looking young lady. Stehanie is an Aussie and kinda of struggled initially with my brogue, lets be honest my accent is strong and my voice is deep. I think on the first day the poor wee soul caught about every 2nd or 3rd word I said, but like a true pro she just smiled a lot at me.
After the 1st round we sat at -6 just inside the top 15, its only the top 15 amateurs at make the cut, so I thought -12 would be the figure after Saturday.
Saturday started off badly, really badly. I woke up with a locked right shoulder, I actually tweeted I was thinking of withdrawing.
Now the LET have an on site osteopath, Andy Levick, who is a great guy and knows his stuff.
He had a place set up in the absolutely stunning Archerfield spa so I waddled over to see if he could at least get it moving.
Now let me make this quite clear, I am SHIT SCARED of needles, I have a major needle phobia.
After working on the shoulder and clicking my neck Andy said the best thing for it was acupuncture ! Acu F in puncture !!!
At this point all I was thinking was “I want to play” but also “don’t look like a pussy and man up”
“Aye” I said with gritted teeth! Lets try it! OMG!
Thing is it worked, it really really worked! So thanks to Andy I made the first tee.
Conditions were breezy but not bad, simple truth was I played crap. Stephanie carried my fat ass big style, so we finished -8, cut missed, so I thought.
Having tea in the club I got speaking to a wonderful lady called Angela Ford, another of the amateurs. Entry to this was Angela’s Christmas present from her husband and on Friday she was lying 3rd after shooting 9 umder, to say she was chuffed was an understatement. After Saturdays round she was 13 under and safely through to Sunday, I was genuinely so pleased for her because she was just such a nice person, so I wished her luck and told her to enjoy it, “but -8 made the cut” she said, “what” was my reply, it had never even dawned on me.
I sort of went on a dash, quick waddle to be fair, the the WSM site office to see if this was true. Yes -8 had made the cut, BUT there was 8 of us on -8 and only 4 could get through, so they were just doing a count back.
I spent the next 15 minutes like an expectant father outside a maternity ward! I think I paced a couple of miles and smoked 3 fags, my brain was fried! Then Fraser stuck his head out the office door, just grinned at me and said “yer in”.
I wont lie I gave a huge fist pump and shouted, yes shouted yes! I was on a mega high.
I turned to Donna and she just looked at me and calmly said “OK where are we going to stay tonight?”
Ah!!!!!
In the best Star Trek traditions, To Be Continued!
Anyone who knows me, knows I love Archerfield, always have, Always will.
In last weeks blog I said how much I was looking forward to playing for 2 days in the Aberdeen Asset Management Ladies Scottish Open, love the event.
Well I got it wrong!!! I played in all 3 days!
How the hell I even made the cut is beyond me, but trust me I was not complaining.
Come Sunday morning my nerves were in shreds, at no point had I even thought of making the cut, actually Saturday night was a night mare.
As most of you know I had been struggling to get accommodation but eventually found a nice apartment and booked it for the Thursday and Friday nights, can you see where this is going?
So confident was I in my golfing abilities booking for Saturday night seemed a tad futile! D’oh !
After the 1st round we sat at -6 just inside the top 15, its only the top 15 amateurs at make the cut, so I thought -12 would be the figure after Saturday.
Saturday started off badly, really badly. I woke up with a locked right shoulder, I actually tweeted I was thinking of withdrawing.
Now the LET have an on site osteopath, Andy Levick, who is a great guy and knows his stuff.
He had a place set up in the absolutely stunning Archerfield spa so I waddled over to see if he could at least get it moving.
Now let me make this quite clear, I am SHIT SCARED of needles, I have a major needle phobia.
After working on the shoulder and clicking my neck Andy said the best thing for it was acupuncture ! Acu F in puncture !!!
At this point all I was thinking was “I want to play” but also “don’t look like a pussy and man up”
“Aye” I said with gritted teeth! Lets try it! OMG!
Thing is it worked, it really really worked! So thanks to Andy I made the first tee.
Conditions were breezy but not bad, simple truth was I played crap. Stephanie carried my fat ass big style, so we finished -8, cut missed, so I thought.
Having tea in the club I got speaking to a wonderful lady called Angela Ford, another of the amateurs. Entry to this was Angela’s Christmas present from her husband and on Friday she was lying 3rd after shooting 9 umder, to say she was chuffed was an understatement. After Saturdays round she was 13 under and safely through to Sunday, I was genuinely so pleased for her because she was just such a nice person, so I wished her luck and told her to enjoy it, “but -8 made the cut” she said, “what” was my reply, it had never even dawned on me.
I sort of went on a dash, quick waddle to be fair, the the WSM site office to see if this was true. Yes -8 had made the cut, BUT there was 8 of us on -8 and only 4 could get through, so they were just doing a count back.
I spent the next 15 minutes like an expectant father outside a maternity ward! I think I paced a couple of miles and smoked 3 fags, my brain was fried! Then Fraser stuck his head out the office door, just grinned at me and said “yer in”.
I wont lie I gave a huge fist pump and shouted, yes shouted yes! I was on a mega high.
I turned to Donna and she just looked at me and calmly said “OK where are we going to stay tonight?”
Ah!!!!!
In the best Star Trek traditions, To Be Continued!
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