Saturday July 23rd was a hot and sticky day but that only helped to heat up the competition at the inaugural Trenton Sting Invitational Match-Play Golf Championship in Wooler.
The team of Bundy and Scott Ilton were quiet yet confident heading to the first hole while their opponents Stuart Bisset and Alex Armstrong were feeling cocky and confident.
After taking a quick two hole lead, team B/I stumbled and allowed team B/A to square the match after four holes. That would be the last time team B/A would see victory within their grasp. Armstrong's game fell apart on the final three holes and his scores were so high, he lost count and therefore was unable to post a final score. Team B/I then won 12 of the final 14 holes and cruised to the first Sting Invitational Title.
In the individual stroke play competition, Both Bundy and Ilton struggled at times as they battled for the title. After nine holes and a rain delay, Ilton clung to a 2 stroke lead. Ilton's lead would grow to three after 12 holes before Bundy began his comeback and eventually tied the score on the 16th hole. An errant tee shot by Bundy on the 17th would drop him back one heading to the final hole and Ilton needed only to stay safe to ensure himself a win. However, after two good tee shots, both players struggled around the green with Ilton taking one more stroke to put his ball in the hole, thus allowing Bundy to tie the score once more. With no playoff, the stroke play title would be shared by Bundy and Ilton.
A fun day was had by all as they relaxed one more time before the work begins on another hockey season. The Trenton Sting rookie camp runs July 29th to 31st at the RCAF Flyers Arena.
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Monday, July 25, 2005
Thursday, June 16, 2005
It's Official...I Must Love Golf
As the 2005 U.S. Open gets under way today I've come to the conclusion that I love the game of golf.
I'm not the type of golf fan that sits in front of the TV for four straight days glued to the coverage hoping that the golfers I have in my Major's Pool do well. It's more personal than that.
Sure I'll be tuning in from time to time to see who's doing what and especially how our Canadian boys are doing but mostly I'll watch Sportscentre in the evening to get the highlights of the days events.
Last night at my usual Wednesday night Men's League round in Wooler, I had an epiphany and came to the realization that I MUST love golf. We were about 10 holes into our round of 18 when the rain started. I'm not talking about a shower or drizzle or a sprinkle. No, I'm talking about a Monsoon or torrential downpour.
In all my years as a golfer (about 7 years), I've never golfed in anything like this before. Usually if it's raining so hard that the umbrella does nothing but give me something to hold in my right hand, I can be found heading for cover. Not last night. We were on the 17th hole in Wooler on the forward white tees and I couldn't even find the flag on the green, less than 100 yards away. We were blinded by the onslaught of precipitation yet we went ahead and made our shots.
Somehow, mine did find the green but was a mile away from the hole. We finished the hole and moved to the 18th tee.
By this time I was beyond wet. My shirt had become like a second skin, sticking to my body with a suction effect. Despite the talk of quitting, we went ahead and played the hole. The rain hadn't let up at all and everything was soaked from my head to my toes. Once again, somehow with a drenched golf glove I managed to make it on to the green with my tee shot and pared the hole.
Luckily by the time we moved from there to the clubhouse the rain came to a sudden halt and the sun came through the clouds. I stopped by my car, changed shirts and put on a new golf glove and we continued to finish the round just as it was getting too dark to see the ball.
After persevering through that monsoon, I realized that I must love the game as any man in his right mind would have called it quits. I was reminded of the Minister in the Caddyshack movie having the round of his life and didn't quit until the bolt of lightning struck him down on the last hole. Like him, I was having a good round and had to continue. Of course, if I was having a bad round instead of a good one, I probably would have been the first one to find shelter.
I'm not the type of golf fan that sits in front of the TV for four straight days glued to the coverage hoping that the golfers I have in my Major's Pool do well. It's more personal than that.
Sure I'll be tuning in from time to time to see who's doing what and especially how our Canadian boys are doing but mostly I'll watch Sportscentre in the evening to get the highlights of the days events.
Last night at my usual Wednesday night Men's League round in Wooler, I had an epiphany and came to the realization that I MUST love golf. We were about 10 holes into our round of 18 when the rain started. I'm not talking about a shower or drizzle or a sprinkle. No, I'm talking about a Monsoon or torrential downpour.
In all my years as a golfer (about 7 years), I've never golfed in anything like this before. Usually if it's raining so hard that the umbrella does nothing but give me something to hold in my right hand, I can be found heading for cover. Not last night. We were on the 17th hole in Wooler on the forward white tees and I couldn't even find the flag on the green, less than 100 yards away. We were blinded by the onslaught of precipitation yet we went ahead and made our shots.
Somehow, mine did find the green but was a mile away from the hole. We finished the hole and moved to the 18th tee.
By this time I was beyond wet. My shirt had become like a second skin, sticking to my body with a suction effect. Despite the talk of quitting, we went ahead and played the hole. The rain hadn't let up at all and everything was soaked from my head to my toes. Once again, somehow with a drenched golf glove I managed to make it on to the green with my tee shot and pared the hole.
Luckily by the time we moved from there to the clubhouse the rain came to a sudden halt and the sun came through the clouds. I stopped by my car, changed shirts and put on a new golf glove and we continued to finish the round just as it was getting too dark to see the ball.
After persevering through that monsoon, I realized that I must love the game as any man in his right mind would have called it quits. I was reminded of the Minister in the Caddyshack movie having the round of his life and didn't quit until the bolt of lightning struck him down on the last hole. Like him, I was having a good round and had to continue. Of course, if I was having a bad round instead of a good one, I probably would have been the first one to find shelter.
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