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