by Kevin Sylvester, Buffalo Sports Page
Even the pro’s on the PGA Tour need to hit the pro shop for some gear every now and then. Scott Piercy showed up for the CJ Cup in Asia not ready for cool temperatures. He had to go shopping and offered the explanation via Twitter
I do!🙋🏻♂️ i didnt have enough warm weather gear when i got hear so i went to the @Titleist store downtown jeju and bought the hat, thermals and rain gear! $1,000 later im warm! #HiYa https://t.co/mQO3Nl6ij2
— Scott Piercy (@ScottPiercyPGA) October 19, 2018
I love when that stuff happens, and I’m sure Titleist does too!
I’m in need of a new golf bag. Okay, I own a few with other sets in them (I hand them down to my kids), but the bag my main set was in had an issue. I have a great hefty stand bag from Cobra that is a storm cell bag (I hope Cobra and I are still friends!). I would leave it at my golf club in bag storage. I would also leaves snacks in my bag, and I think leaving one accidentally opened did not work for me.
I went to grab a jacket out of the large side pocket recently and a terrible smell came from that pocket. A moldy smell, the kind that snaps your head back. I cleaned out the entire pocket and notice a half dollar sized hole near the bottom. It’s possible that the hole was accidentally punctured taken the bag on and off a cart or my trunk, but I have a different theory. I think a rodent smelled something good and went in there after it. There were remnants of a granola bar in there near the escape hatch “jerry” created. Who knows how long, but I had played a few times in wet conditions, making it easy for water to enter the chamber through the same portal. Not good.
I will use the bag a few more times (a couple of rounds scheduled), but then it’s getting tossed to the curb. And for the record, I blame me.
Have you ever played in Hail? I can check that off the list along with the handsome group of fellas you see pictured in this article. We created a team event match that we played this past weekend at Fox Valley. It was brisk, but beautiful when we started our round of golf Saturday morning. The morning actually started with a great breakfast spread at Thad’s house, but I couldn’t make that do to an early morning hockey practice for my son. I had breakfast at a former hockey player’s chain, and it was not nearly as good as the buffet photo texted to me (Side note: Timmy needs to up their breakfast sandwich game a little).
We played as an eightsome (not a word) since there was nobody behind us and a shotgun tournament schedule for later in the day. The late morning turned out lovely with some sunshine. We made the turn, and so did the weather. It started to rain on the 11th tee, and the four of us (playing alternate tee shots) quickly struck our tee shots and head for cover. Good thing we did, because it began to hail, and hard. It wasn’t golf ball sized hail, but it was hail nonetheless. It lasted less than 10 minutes, and we resumed play.
The green was covered in a sheet of ice, and we could suddenly see out breath. It was easily 15 degrees cooler, maybe more. We didn’t know how to account for a green with frozen precipitation resting on it, but I recommend firing at the pin after seeing most of the balls stop immediately (I was going to say freezing in their tracks, but that would be too punny). I had missed the green short, played up with a wedge with my ball skidding to the back of the green. The hole was in the middle, leaving me a downhill putt outside of 30 feet. In normal conditions I would cry uncle, as the putt would be very quick downhill right to left. This was not normal, as it looked like someone spilled a large box of BB’s on the green, but instead of copper, they were white.
After asking my partner for help with the read we decided there wasn’t a read, it was ice! I aimed just right of the hole and gave it a healthy rap. the ball skidded towards the right side of the hole and then somehow slid left and to the bottom of the cup. It looked like one of those tight turns on the bobsled track in the Olympics. It was improbable and drew all sorts of cheers (and jeers) for going in. It was definitely a wow moment. The funny thing is, almost everyone made their putts and each team carded a par on one of the hardest holes. Go figure.
The par five 12th hole was up next, and by the time we reached the green, all of the hail was gone. There was no ice on the green and everything was back to norma, well sort of. We didn’t get to finish all 18, getting cut short by 2 holes do to an emphatic horn blasting from our club pro. It turns out Mother Nature had other plans with even more water coming from the heavens on an already saturated turf. And little did we know a tornado had touchdown not too far away in West Seneca. I’m not sure we could have played through that.