GOLFING GODS UP TO MISCHIEF AT MOWBRAY
Ihave a story to relate which your readers might find amusing or sad. This is a cautionary tale. Playing golf at Mowbray in Cape Town, as I do twice a week with my regular group of friends, I teed off on the par-3 fourth hole, and struck the ball out of the middle of the club. It soared towards the pin, hidden away behind the left-hand bunker. “It’s in the hole,” cried my playing partners, although none of us could see where the ball had finished. It had disappeared from view. My heart fluttered alarmingly at all the excitement around me – I am a man of advancing age, and had never had a hole-in-one in my long golfing life, so you can imagine how I felt.
Walking on to the green there was not a ball to be seen – those of my playing partners were scattered around the countryside – and my heart beat faster. I approached the hole nervously, and there it was; a golf ball so beautiful to behold. I stood there for a moment, dumbfounded. After all these years it had finally happened. The others were congratulating me. “That’s a five-pointer!” We were playing an alliance competition.
It was only then that I noticed how rather odd the ball looked, unlike anything I used. I picked it out of the hole and saw that it wasn’t mine. How could that be possible? “You must have changed your ball on the tee,” suggested one of my partners. But it wasn’t mine. I was sure of that. We looked for it, but it was nowhere to be found. I was completely nonplussed and shattered.
Everyone calmed down, and with great disappointment I took a ringed five on the hole. The mystery was soon to be revealed though. Playing the next hole, our friends in front of us asked whether we had found an unexpected present on the fourth. They were the culprits. One of them had found a ball, and dropped it into the hole as a prank as they were leaving the green, little realising what his action would precipitate. How was he to know that I would hit such an amazing shot; I can still picture that ball flying towards the pin. The golfing gods are indeed truly mischievous.
PS: The b …… didn’t even ring the bell afterwards and buy us all a round.
Anonymous, Cape Town