When you send a happy hacker on as­sign­ment any­thing can hap­pen. Our man on the spot tells his tale

The Cut - - CONTENTS -

My tee shots are like an em­bar­rass­ing un­cle — vul­gar, cringe-wor­thy and quick to show his true colours. When he prances about at Sil­ver­stream’s nine-hole, $15-per-round public hack­ing pad­dock — bounc­ing, rolling and jump­ing into places he is not sup­posed to go — his in­ep­ti­tude is easy to laugh off.

When he comes out at Kuala Lumpur’s Trop­i­cana Golf and Coun­try Club, a $141 per round cham­pi­onship course, he’s greeted by dis­ap­prov­ing side­ways glances and raised eye­brows.

Such is life for me as I hold my pose af­ter my tee shot at Trop­i­cana’s first hole, watch­ing my ball soar into the sky only to land 10 me­tres from my feet.

“At least it went straight,” I say to my­self. The side­ways glances begin. This is no place for tom­fool­ery, their glares say.

To call me a week­end hacker is an af­front to gen­uine week­end hack­ers. At best I’m an oc­ca­sional golfer; the oc­ca­sions when I feel the need to play are nor­mally di­vided by all four sea­sons. So when the Malaysia Golf Tourism As­so­ci­a­tion in­vites me to play on its team in the Friend­ship Chal­lenge against the Pak­istan Ma­ni­acs, I am ap­pre­hen­sive.

The in­vite is part of a wider

Newspapers in English

Newspapers from New Zealand

© PressReader. All rights reserved.