No images of the Event, or winner were found on WhatsApp
As ever the Spittle Shield proved to be a well attended event. Maybe it’s the locality, maybe the quality course, maybe it’s the popularity of the organiser, I don’t know for sure but it’s probably a combination of all 3.
As usual we nearly had the perfect weekend for a round of golf, the hottest recorded February day was on the previous weekend, I spent that sitting in the Drum and Monkey beer garden for 4 hours. In my wisdom I chose to delay the Shield by a week for a chance of better weather. It was windy, cold and wet. It was Millers fault last year.
Everyone met in good time, the bacon sandwiches were pretty decent and only 2 people forgot their golf shoes. One drove home to get them, ther other realised their mistake too late and had to buy a new pair from the most expensive golf apparel outlet in the Midlands.
We just about made it to the tee in time, the starters were getting anxious and wondering why we hadn’t tee’d off and were just milling about the first tee. We got off in the end, I was pleased to nail the spoon about 200 yards down the middle of the fairway. I was out with Bruce and Wooly and we all played reasonably well and had a good afternoon. Wooly was nursing a cold and began to tire towards the end, he wasn’t too tired to nail his drive on the dog and take it down.
Jon boy took the shark, on a very windy 8th and Bruce just about stayed on the green on the 18th to take the additional fiver on offer, a second place for Bruce meant that the Hopkin Spittle dominance of this event continued for another season.
Clearly, this is my worst ever match report, very little humour or information, but as its its unlikely to ever be published and even more unlikely to be read by anyone I’m unconcerned. The wordcount criteria has been met with the inane waffle that’s going on right now. I believe the report is supposed to be 400 words long but it could only need to be 250. I can’t afford to take any risks though after the horrendous Donk stitch up,only publishing my CJ2017 match report 15 minutes before tee off for the CJ2018 after I withheld a later report for non-publication. That’s 400 words plus. Goodbye
