Had to cancel a round with my buddy Andy and his wife Kasey last weekend due to lingering shyte weather, which in turn forced a delay in trying out my new driver.
I won't brand-drop but my new number one is the biggest club ever to grace my Mike Weir golf bag (shout out to the Canuck golfer lol) and I had to buy tees that resemble pencils to match the cc's.
A trip to the driving range is in the foreseeable future and I can't tell you how happy I was to throw my old driver into the shed for the time being.
Said driver took a beating during a round with my groomsmen on the morning of my wedding. The spring, or lack there-of was a wet one in Stratford and we were up to our ankles in water and mud at the Stratford muni.
Still, I have to say it was a great stress reliever to swing the sticks ahead of Alisha and I's wedding.
We played the front nine at a nice pace but time was a factor on the back, so we hopped over to 15 and played on from there.
I had a decent game that morning despite the forthcoming events with a mix of good shots and not-so-good ones. The drop-ball rule came into effect early and often with dozens of puddles increasing the challenge.
I managed to cake myself in mud, to boot, a free exfoliation for the boys before a good shower and cleanup for the wedding.
The ceremony was held at the Stratford Country Club, a course my best man Sanjay tried to book for us for the morning of. A men's tournament squashed that idea but saved the wedding party a few bucks, as we took advantage of two-for-one muni golf on an already affordable layout.
As always is the case, I hit the ball better towards the end of the round, save for a slice that decided to rear its ugly head on the final two holes.
By that point, I had started thinking about speeches and vows and all that good stuff.
My approach shots were particularily noteworthy on a handful of holes, but my putting let me down on greens that offered no movement, it seemed.
I would highly reccommend a morning on the greens for any couple walking down the aisle (Alisha and her girls were way to busy, though).
So Andy, Kasey and I missed playing at Mitchell Golf Club but a tee-time, we agreed, will come sooner rather than later and the new number one will get a chance to whack some golf balls.
