
I played Tiger Woods '12 the other day in some absolutely preposterous conditions on a ridiculous course, and it made me think of the hardest round I ever played.
Last year I was lucky enough to go to Scotland and play a number of elite courses, but the first day was absolutely brutal.
My brother and I played the Ailsa Course at Turnberry from the tips in a driving rain with constant winds above 35 and gusts above 60. I heard that Prestwick gave refunds on greens fees for the first time in years that day. After a long delay waiting for our clubs, we were the last group of the day off.
For those of you who don't know the Turnberry layout, the first several holes alternate into and downwind, but after the openers, the next several holes play directly into the teeth of the wind. The 15th hole played about 195 that day, and we both hit driver on the screws and didn't get there. On the fifth hole, which was downwind, I skanked a tee shot off the heel and it went 330+.
By the turn I started to wonder if I was actually going to die on the golf course. I've never been so cold.
I honestly don't know if there is a man alive who could have broken 75 on that course that day. My brother in law, who plays off scratch, felt ecstatic with his 97.
If someone would have asked me to put a slope on the course on that day, I would have said infinity.
For you all, what is the combination of brutality that has tested you the most?
Last year I was lucky enough to go to Scotland and play a number of elite courses, but the first day was absolutely brutal.
My brother and I played the Ailsa Course at Turnberry from the tips in a driving rain with constant winds above 35 and gusts above 60. I heard that Prestwick gave refunds on greens fees for the first time in years that day. After a long delay waiting for our clubs, we were the last group of the day off.
For those of you who don't know the Turnberry layout, the first several holes alternate into and downwind, but after the openers, the next several holes play directly into the teeth of the wind. The 15th hole played about 195 that day, and we both hit driver on the screws and didn't get there. On the fifth hole, which was downwind, I skanked a tee shot off the heel and it went 330+.
By the turn I started to wonder if I was actually going to die on the golf course. I've never been so cold.
I honestly don't know if there is a man alive who could have broken 75 on that course that day. My brother in law, who plays off scratch, felt ecstatic with his 97.
If someone would have asked me to put a slope on the course on that day, I would have said infinity.
For you all, what is the combination of brutality that has tested you the most?












