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Post by inger on Mar 21, 2022 0:51:11 GMT -5
A condor was scored without cutting over a dogleg by Mike Crean at Green Valley Ranch Golf Club in Denver, Colorado, in 2002, when he holed his drive at the 517 yard par-5 9th. This is the longest hole-in-one on record...
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Post by pippsheadache on Mar 21, 2022 5:19:08 GMT -5
The longest hole in the world is the third at Gunsan Country Club in South Korea. It's a nice little 1,097-yard par seven shaped like the nation of Chile with water along the entirety of the left side and a good bit of the right. Five strokes gives you a green in regulation.
The longest in the US is the 12th at Meadow Farms Golf Course in Virginia, a par 6 841 yards from the back tee. The longest on the PGA Tour is the 18th at Kapalua at 663 yards. Which is also the distance on the longest on the European Tour, the 16th at Green Eagle in Germany.
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Post by pippsheadache on Mar 21, 2022 5:30:33 GMT -5
Only seven lefties have more than one PGA Tour victory. There have been 86 southpaw wins in the history of the PGA, of which 45 belong to Phil Mickelson (including six majors.) He throws right-handed BTW. Second is Bubba Watson, with 12 wins and two majors. Third is Canadian Mike Weir, who has eight wins and one major. Fourth is New Zealand's Bob Charles, who has six wins with one major. In 1963 he became the first lefty to win a PGA event, taking the Houston Open.
Steve Flesch has four, Brian Harman and Ted Potter two each, with no majors.
No lefthander has ever won the US Open.
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Post by inger on Mar 21, 2022 9:13:23 GMT -5
The longest hole in the world is the third at Gunsan Country Club in South Korea. It's a nice little 1,097-yard par seven shaped like the nation of Chile with water along the entirety of the left side and a good bit of the right. Five strokes gives you a green in regulation. The longest in the US is the 12th at Meadow Farms Golf Course in Virginia, a par 6 841 yards from the back tee. The longest on the PGA Tour is the 18th at Kapalua at 663 yards. Which is also the distance on the longest on the European Tour, the 16th at Green Eagle in Germany. I’ve played that 18th at Kapalua, as well as the remainder of the course scores of times. On my computer. It played easier than expected with a down hill slope and the prevailing wind at my back. A few times the wind was in my face. It wasn’t as easy then… I used to love Microsoft Golf… |
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Post by pippsheadache on Mar 21, 2022 10:25:18 GMT -5
The longest hole in the world is the third at Gunsan Country Club in South Korea. It's a nice little 1,097-yard par seven shaped like the nation of Chile with water along the entirety of the left side and a good bit of the right. Five strokes gives you a green in regulation. The longest in the US is the 12th at Meadow Farms Golf Course in Virginia, a par 6 841 yards from the back tee. The longest on the PGA Tour is the 18th at Kapalua at 663 yards. Which is also the distance on the longest on the European Tour, the 16th at Green Eagle in Germany. I’ve played that 18th at Kapalua, as well as the remainder of the course scores of times. On my computer. It played easier than expected with a down hill slope and the prevailing wind at my back. A few times the wind was in my face. It wasn’t as easy then… I used to love Microsoft Golf… You had me going there for a minute Inger. I was thinking "how has he never mentioned this before?" When we were kids, my brother and I set up an 18-hole course in the house, which naturally could only be played when our parents were out. We had one of those indoor putting greens--"The 18th Hole" -- made by Wham-O I think. So it was the same green for every hole, but conditions varied greatly from room to room. We had our own version of Amen Corner, where the eleventh tee was at the top of the stairs leading down to the basement. We placed a couple of basins filled with water on either side of the cup, so you had to decide whether to grip and rip and risk placing one into a storage closet, or lay up and risk hitting the bottom stairs where the ball could take a crazy bounce. The twelfth was riddled with hazards like the furnace and pump and washer/dryer. It took nerves of steel to navigate that monster. The sixth, our parents' bedroom, was also tricky because the cup was placed in front of their closet. If you hit it hard enough to try to clear their bed off the tee, you could wind up in a shoe and have to take a one-stroke penalty. Better to lay up by the dresser and go from there. It's the only course I ever designed, but it gave me the merest taste of the thrill Donald Ross or Robert Trent Jones must have felt. |
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Post by inger on Mar 21, 2022 12:36:29 GMT -5
I’ve played that 18th at Kapalua, as well as the remainder of the course scores of times. On my computer. It played easier than expected with a down hill slope and the prevailing wind at my back. A few times the wind was in my face. It wasn’t as easy then… I used to love Microsoft Golf… You had me going there for a minute Inger. I was thinking "how has he never mentioned this before?" When we were kids, my brother and I set up an 18-hole course in the house, which naturally could only be played when our parents were out. We had one of those indoor putting greens--"The 18th Hole" -- made by Wham-O I think. So it was the same green for every hole, but conditions varied greatly from room to room. We had our own version of Amen Corner, where the eleventh tee was at the top of the stairs leading down to the basement. We placed a couple of basins filled with water on either side of the cup, so you had to decide whether to grip and rip and risk placing one into a storage closet, or lay up and risk hitting the bottom stairs where the ball could take a crazy bounce. The twelfth was riddled with hazards like the furnace and pump and washer/dryer. It took nerves of steel to navigate that monster. The sixth, our parents' bedroom, was also tricky because the cup was placed in front of their closet. If you hit it hard enough to try to clear their bed off the tee, you could wind up in a shoe and have to take a one-stroke penalty. Better to lay up by the dresser and go from there. It's the only course I ever designed, but it gave me the merest taste of the thrill Donald Ross or Robert Trent Jones must have felt. A friend and I designed a baseball park out of the store room at one of my jobs. We had a loft that overhung left, a very deep center field and an almost uncomfortably close bicycle tire rack to right, but it fell away quickly to right center where it took a good shot to drill one that would disappear into the filters. Hours were wasted. We made the baseballs by rolling up 3/4 inch masking tape into balls that were about 1/2 the diameter of a Jack ball. I would always make sure the was a small lump on the balls I made so it could get a grip to spin the ball, creating nasty curves. I also discovered that if I squeezed then into a slightly flat shape I could drop down and throw an unhittable frisbee slider. It was declared “illegal” by my opponent because he couldn’t throw it. Just couldn’t figure out the grip and way I got the spin. I’d pretend to be manipulating the ball, he’d demand to see it before I pitched it. I’d quickly reshape it and show it to him, it was like a Gaylord Perry scene. Then I’d reshape it again and it would break a foot left and down. Whiff!!! We felt slightly guilty wasting the time. Then we found out that the gang at the closet competing company were also doing something similar, but in a bigger warehouse. They had a ball the made of electrical tape and a wiggle ball bat that would come out whenever the owner left. At that point we realized that we were almost normal… 🤓 |
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Post by pippsheadache on Mar 21, 2022 13:40:23 GMT -5
To the creative mind every indoor space is a potential athletic venue.
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Post by rizzuto on Mar 21, 2022 18:56:49 GMT -5
I always knew Inger was a closet baseball fan.  Thanks, Inger and Pipps! Only guys tend to invent games like those. When I worked construction at a plastic plant in college, I once broke my boss's window, swinging a broom to hit a makeshift golf ball. It wasn't the ball that went through the window, it was the broom. How the straw from the broom broke the window, I've never figured out. Luckily, the boss died laughing when he saw the look on my face and everyone one else skedaddled except me. There were like fifty other guys standing around on break only a few seconds before the window broke. |
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Post by inger on Mar 21, 2022 18:57:29 GMT -5
To the creative mind every indoor space is a potential athletic venue. The cool thing was that a nice line drive would elevate enough to clear the left field loft with a certain beauty, and after clearing it would often strike something we were storing up there and ricochet back onto the playing field. Balls hit center were hard pressed to leave the ball field and might take several angles of ricochet before coming to rest. There was one legendary shot that I hit there that made my opponent go on a search to see if he could find where it wound up. We looked for a long time, finally spotting a “ball sized” opening were the corner of the roof joined above where we could see daylight. That homer became our legendary blast that met or exceeded Mantle’s 565 foot drive. Rumored to have exited through that tiny, unintended roof opening. The property outdoors on the other side of the wall was store property, and though we also searched that when time allowed, we could only assume the ball to have drawn the attention of a passing dog, who picked it up and ate it just as his family (and him) moved to the neighboring state of Delaware. Or perhaps New Jersey, where it now resides after having been through the animals digestive tract and deposited in a their back yard. The new owner found it and carried it to work where it was once again swatted around in another warehouse. “Joe” stayed at that job for maybe a dozen or more years after I left. He swore that he was still finding those little tape balls. He described one situation where an electrician had to remove some acoustic ceiling tiles to replace a florescent light fixture and a half dozen or more came tumbling down from their former place in in the foul territory upper deck on the third base side. They looked mummified due to the heat they had been subjected to. Pale and lighter in weight, but unmistakably one of his or my manufacture. Strange thing (as if this wasn’t all strange) is that I was able to make the ball move via my ball doctoring. Joe took a different approach and added nuts or washers inside in his feeble attempt to out manipulate me. The extra weight was just what was needed for a rocket-like blast like my legendary one. Yes. Joe confessed he had “weighted” ball. He called it a “nut ball”. Probably a 1/4 nut. I always hoped he wasn’t wasting stainless steel inventory for those. But I never asked. We actually kept stats for about 40 games at one point. (We only played three inning games). I wish I still had them. I wax something akin to 32-8. Poor Joe. And a guy named Barry. He caught us playing one day, so we had to let him in. 0-9 fodder. He accidentally hit a homer into the furnace filters off me one day. I jammed him with one of those sliders and it silently, slowly rose to right center, silent contact proof that he had hit it off his fingers rather than the bat*, softly settling within a box of 20x20x1” filters. It was his only lifetime Home run… *The bat was a crevice tool from a vacuum cleaner that had long ago been shipped back to the company as defective… |
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Post by inger on Mar 21, 2022 19:00:01 GMT -5
I always knew Inger was a closet baseball fan.  Thanks, Inger and Pipps! Only guys tend to invent games like those. When I worked construction at a plastic plant in college, I once broke my boss's window, swinging a broom to hit a makeshift golf ball. It wasn't the ball that went through the window, it was the broom. How the straw from the broom broke the window, I've never figured out. Luckily, the boss died laughing when he saw the look on my face and everyone one else skedaddled except me. There were like fifty other guys standing around on break only a few seconds before the window broke. 😂😂😂😂 |
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Post by pippsheadache on Mar 21, 2022 19:02:49 GMT -5
A condor was scored without cutting over a dogleg by Mike Crean at Green Valley Ranch Golf Club in Denver, Colorado, in 2002, when he holed his drive at the 517 yard par-5 9th. This is the longest hole-in-one on record... I did a little research and found there have only been six verifiable condors ever achieved, the first in 1962. All have been holes-in-one on a par 5. There has never been a condor on a par 6. Of course there aren't many par sixes out there. There has never been a verified ostrich (five under par) and it seems highly unlikely there ever will be given the concurrence of events that would have to happen. |
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Post by pippsheadache on Mar 21, 2022 19:05:21 GMT -5
I always knew Inger was a closet baseball fan. Thanks, Inger and Pipps! Only guys tend to invent games like those. When I worked construction at a plastic plant in college, I once broke my boss's window, swinging a broom to hit a makeshift golf ball. It wasn't the ball that went through the window, it was the broom. How the straw from the broom broke the window, I've never figured out. Luckily, the boss died laughing when he saw the look on my face and everyone one else skedaddled except me. There were like fifty other guys standing around on break only a few seconds before the window broke. Great line and great story. We occasionally played hockey on rolling chairs in the newsroom when there was no discernible adult supervision. |
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Post by inger on Mar 21, 2022 19:13:00 GMT -5
A condor was scored without cutting over a dogleg by Mike Crean at Green Valley Ranch Golf Club in Denver, Colorado, in 2002, when he holed his drive at the 517 yard par-5 9th. This is the longest hole-in-one on record... I did a little research and found there have only been six verifiable condors ever achieved, the first in 1962. All have been holes-in-one on a par 5. There has never been a condor on a par 6. Of course there aren't many par sixes out there. There has never been a verified ostrich (five under par) and it seems highly unlikely there ever will be given the concurrence of events that would have to happen. At one time I think that hole you described earlier at Meadow Farms was the only par six in the USA. Meadow Farms wax a customer of ours when I first started in the commercial greenhouse business. With some 7 or 8 stores we could fit the entire order on one truck. Once we grew in size and started serving the big box folks (Hechinger back then) we politely bowed out as a supplier because we needed the product for Hechinger. Next expansion came when we gained Home Depot’s business, followed by Lowes, then WalMart. That was the growth from the original 4 acres to 21 acres in two locations in separate states. I felt like I had hit the lottery in jobs at that point, my pay more than doubled, my reputation being that I could handle the two locations from a rocking chair and was ready for more. But it led to mergers, nasty new bosses, moves to different states to get out of one merger only to run into another one. Oh well. It was fun while it lasted. Resentment that once smoldered with occasional flare up is forgiven, but damned well never forgotten… |
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Post by rizzuto on Mar 21, 2022 19:20:33 GMT -5
I always knew Inger was a closet baseball fan. Thanks, Inger and Pipps! Only guys tend to invent games like those. When I worked construction at a plastic plant in college, I once broke my boss's window, swinging a broom to hit a makeshift golf ball. It wasn't the ball that went through the window, it was the broom. How the straw from the broom broke the window, I've never figured out. Luckily, the boss died laughing when he saw the look on my face and everyone one else skedaddled except me. There were like fifty other guys standing around on break only a few seconds before the window broke. Great line and great story. We occasionally played hockey on rolling chairs in the newsroom when there was no discernible adult supervision. My friend Bill and I worked in a warehouse during college. The delivery door was like the perfect size of a football goal. Bill and I made a football out of masking tape, electrical tape, and packing peanuts. I kicked in the superior and more recent soccer style, and Bill kicked like George Blanda, the traditional straight-on approach. Now, remember, this was in a warehouse in which we had to wear steel-toe boots. Well, I hate to admit it...Man, I got my butt handed to me everyday. Bill was uncannily accurate. He beat me so soundly, that I felt myself becoming angry over a made-up game played with packing peanuts. Nonetheless, I had to resign myself to the fact that I had met my Waterloo on the playing field of the warehouse floor. Sometimes, you just have to tip your hardhat. |
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Post by pippsheadache on Mar 21, 2022 19:23:50 GMT -5
At one time I think that hole you described earlier at Meadow Farms was the only par six in the USA. Meadow Farms wax a customer of ours when I first started in the commercial greenhouse business. With some 7 or 8 stores we could fit the entire order on one truck. Once we grew in size and started serving the big box folks (Hechinger back then) we politely bowed out as a supplier because we needed the product for Hechinger. Next expansion came when we gained Home Depot’s business, followed by Lowes, then WalMart. That was the growth from the original 4 acres to 21 acres in two locations in separate states. I felt like I had hit the lottery in jobs at that point, my pay more than doubled, my reputation being that I could handle the two locations from a rocking chair and was ready for more. But it led to mergers, nasty new bosses, moves to different states to get out of one merger only to run into another one. Oh well. It was fun while it lasted. Resentment that once smoldered with occasional flare up is forgiven, but damned well never forgotten… Yep. Small is better for you. Well, at least in business. |
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My friend Bill and I worked in a warehouse during college. The delivery door was like the perfect size of a football goal. Bill and I made a football out of masking tape, electrical tape, and packing peanuts. I kicked in the superior and more recent soccer style, and Bill kicked like George Blanda, the traditional straight-on approach.