Post by jonnygrouville on Dec 12, 2010 1:38:23 GMT -5
Funny story while I’ve got a mo, recounted to me by an ex-Ryder Cupper about a fellow ex-Ryder Cupper, Yorkshire’s own, Howard Clark. Probably told this before, but something reminded me of it yesterday.
Pro-am at Wentworth back in the day when Howard was still on tour, and his three partners are nervously lined up on the first tee. They hack their way down the first and one of them fats a chip. Waiting on the next tee, he figures he’ll ask their pro what went wrong. They are paying a fortune for the day anyway, would be nice to get their money’s worth out of the day. They all gather round for words of wisdom from the pro. He asks Howard what he thought went wrong with that chip. Howard says, “Loft”. Okay. Loft.
Next hole, par three, same guy is in the front bunker and he blades it into the bank. On the third tee, he asks Howard for some more advice. Howard nods, thinks, says, “Loft”. Makes sense, doesn't it?
Up by the third green, the same guy thins a chip. Same question on the next tee, same answer from Howard. Same knowing nods from everyone. Loft. Okay. Thanks Mr Clark.
Walking down the fourth fairway, this guy has had enough so goes to ask Clark’s caddy.
“What does he mean, ‘loft’?”
The caddy replies, “Lack Of Fucking Talent.”
I also have a story about Grouville senior, one of the most laid-back people on the planet, having a blazing row with Howard. Not hard to see why after stories like that. We’ll save that for another day...
Pro-am at Wentworth back in the day when Howard was still on tour, and his three partners are nervously lined up on the first tee. They hack their way down the first and one of them fats a chip. Waiting on the next tee, he figures he’ll ask their pro what went wrong. They are paying a fortune for the day anyway, would be nice to get their money’s worth out of the day. They all gather round for words of wisdom from the pro. He asks Howard what he thought went wrong with that chip. Howard says, “Loft”. Okay. Loft.
Next hole, par three, same guy is in the front bunker and he blades it into the bank. On the third tee, he asks Howard for some more advice. Howard nods, thinks, says, “Loft”. Makes sense, doesn't it?
Up by the third green, the same guy thins a chip. Same question on the next tee, same answer from Howard. Same knowing nods from everyone. Loft. Okay. Thanks Mr Clark.
Walking down the fourth fairway, this guy has had enough so goes to ask Clark’s caddy.
“What does he mean, ‘loft’?”
The caddy replies, “Lack Of Fucking Talent.”
I also have a story about Grouville senior, one of the most laid-back people on the planet, having a blazing row with Howard. Not hard to see why after stories like that. We’ll save that for another day...