More Confessions of a Weekend Golfer: Golf In Scotland
Marvin R. Shanken
From the Print Edition:
William Shatner, Sept/Oct 2006
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Seventeen was a lengthy 436-yard par four. Tony's third shot, an amazing 50-yard putt up and down several steep gulleys, stopped four feet from the pin. He then sank the putt for a par. Johann was in with a bogey five. The match was over.
Tony and Johann played the back nine extremely well with a 43 and 42, respectively. I had a 47. For the 18 holes, Johann finished with an 83, Tony an 84 and Marvin a 93. We didn't total Jean's score, as a courtesy.
The day finished up with dinner at the Seafood Restaurant (the winners paid) and then late-night drinks at the Old Course bar (the losers paid). We each downed three or four rounds of Scotland's best whisky and had a most pleasant chat about golf, Scotland and life.
The next day, Hazel and I returned to New York. Tony and Janet stayed on so Tony could play the very difficult Carnoustie Golf Links.
I walked four courses in five days. My feet were killing me. But I had a great time. I knew my first appointment the next day would be with my foot doctor. He told me I had plantar fasciitis. With some pills and some stretching exercises, the pain would disappear. As of this writing, it had. But not my grand memories from my first golf trip to Scotland.
For previous stories in Marvin R. Shanken's golf series, see My Day with Tiger in the December 2005 issue, and Confessions of a Weekend Golfer (My Day with Ernie Els and Gary Player) in the June 2006 issue.