Well another classic Ryder Cup just finished and was lucky enough to share with a TPr that I hadn't seen in 30 years prior to our reunion, that famous blue nose David of Orange Griffiths. It also got me thinking of where the bug started in the '70s in the shire of Truwyn. Who was the fairest of us all. I certainly fell into a cross between Bubba Watson and Maurice Flitcroft with more Maurice than Bubba. As a recent partner at a corporate day suggested; Bob you play swish f..k rather than golf, cause at every tee all I hear is swish and then f..k. My top 3 class acts were in no particular order;
- Craig Armour with that slow smooth swing and the posture that was in at the time of sticking out his arse as if he was doing the business. A class act and probably the most consistent but did come from a fine line of golfing blood
- Gary Hutcheson, the Hubert Green of our time with his magical short game, silly bunnet and the tongue aerodynamically sticking out his mouth
- Graeme Johnstone who again had a smooth swing and left his best for his later years. was always way up in the stats for fairways hit
Some other mentions both the Alans, our dearly departed AC with his red Wilson bag and low ball flight and big Alan who had a graceful swing for such a giant. Talking about giants McGarvey was just too tall but a master with the bronty rustler around the green. Tony Symmons for his driving and ball placed 1 foot ahead of his left foot and his skill of resorting to recalling his grannies departure when he was being beaten. Many other memories Norman Templeton's constant purple outfit and Alan Burnetts bunnet. Great times and maybe one day a Fullarton George Mills/Peter Howie classic.
Who have I missed?
Scott Gardiner comment
ReplyDeleteAC gets my vote for classiest golfer of the 1970s, but that might be a
sentimental choice. The perfect pringle pullover skye blue with navy and
white checks, neatly pressed checked polyester slacks with just a hint of a
flair and white brogue golf shoes. All long before the football players wore
coloured boots too. He was always Weiskoph when we assumed golfing
identities for our daft games on on the Fullarton, yank accents and all.
Hutch was always best with the accent (too easy with a Canadian mum) with
the poetry in motion golf swing making him a contender for classiest golfer
of the 1970s.
That title was never going to be mine despite a good showing at the Ayrshire
Boys in 1976? (until the 27th hole when I took the inevitable 8 at a par on
Kelburn 3!).