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Golf Australia Express : Issue 26
FOR A long time I have held reservations about mixing various social circles in my life. I’m not sure why, and have at times worked to overcome what seems like a peevish habit born of poor self-confidence. Last week was one of those times, and serves as a stark reminder that I have, for a long time, been right. I didn’t tell Jack that Bob was coming— didn’t see any reason to—and deep down was probably a bit concerned about how he might react to some of Bob’s idiosyncrasies. Bob loves golf—he’s been asking when we can get a round in since October, and after a PLAYING A ROUND WITH FRIENDS FROM DIFFERENT CIRCLES CAN CREATE UNWANTED TENSIONS. ESPECIALLY WHEN THE FRIENDS ARE MY FRIENDS, WRITES WILL HONE. BEING JACK OF BOB with Will Hone IN HONING flurry of calls I got him on the tee last Friday. Before learning of Jack’s reaction, there are a few points about Bob that are best explained. Bob doesn’t like scoring— competition, he says, detracts from the natural beauty of the golf ball’s parabola. Bob also struggles to place a great deal of emphasis on the many demands that fashion and social conventions place upon the rest of the world, both on and off the golf course. Last Friday, Bob wasn’t looking too bad—he was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, which is pretty much Bob Formal. But he was also wearing thongs. Jack did not take this well, and Bob’s drive didn’t help— straight and long, it gave him a regulation chip which landed well. He got a bird on the first. Jack, in his fury, went double- bogey. Later, he very nearly went through a cerebral meltdown when Bob had no idea what scores he had made over the last three holes. Even without numbers on the card it was clear: Bob’s an extremely gifted golfer. And looking back on the day, when I get beyond the discomfort of two friends who were clearly not meant to meet, I find myself a bit jealous. I can’t help but love Bob’s laid back style. Each shot, to him, is a new shot—every hole a series of happenings that are not necessarily linked. He is the image of relaxation that, viewed from here, holds a sense of innocent confidence that I can only equate to childhood. That said, I can’t deny the satisfaction I felt when on the 18th I noticed Jack had enjoyed better days. I beat him by 10 strokes. He bought the first round. OTG Bob doesn’t like scoring— competition, he says, detracts from the natural beauty of the golf ball’s parabola.