If you see me swing my pitching wedge, there’s a chance you might think I’m good.  But in fact, I can only swing one club – my pitching wedge because it was the only one we shortened so I could manage the weight and the length. Though Jor insists that I have good form and I can start playing in the small courses using my pitching wedge, I will only play on the green when I am confident enough that I wouldn’t look stupid or annoying. 

Last Sunday, we were practicing our swing at the Poh Brothers driving range with Jor’s cousins.  The nice thing about this driving range, though it’s a bit more expensive than the others, is that the balls are tagged.  The driving range has specific targets at certain distances and when you land your ball on the targets, a monitor on your bay will keep a record.  You get points based on how far you are from the target.  That way you get to practice your accuracy instead of mindlessly hitting balls.  Golf is after all about accuracy.  You aim your ball at a certain distance in a certain direction. 

So that day I was trying to reach 75 meters on my pitching wedge because I could go beyond 50m already.  After I used up all my balls, Jor gave me 5 more of his balls to practice on.  This time I tried aiming for the hole since I keep coming short of 75m.  I took an easy swing and what do you know, the ball went straight for the cup on my third try!  Yoohoo!!!!!  I got my first hole-in-one.  Hopefully it won’t be the last. 

Hole-in-ones usually come with great prices but mine didn’t because I was on practice mode   I would’ve won the S$1000.00 pot if I were on Topshot mode.  Too bad. 

But the feeling is still amazing!  A hole-in-one for my skill level –> and I actually feel I can do it again! Hehe. 

It’s the same and yet a  different feeling from the time I joined a billiards tournament in the office and ended up becoming the women’s champion.  My billiards skill and my golf skills are probably at par – in other words I’m no good in billiards.  I just joined because it was the company sports intramurals and nobody from our team wanted to join.  When I got to the billiards place, people had their own cue sticks and it was very intimidating.  On my first game, I played with my groupmate in the office.  We both had the same skill level so it took us a while to put all the balls in the pocket.  It was probably so boring for the ref (who was from another team that we both didn’t belong to), that he had himself substituted from being the ref.  I won that first game.  It was hard. 

But then I had to play 4 or more games to the championship.  Now those games to me were like a dream.  I won most of the games by putting the 9 ball in the pocket.  The catch is I was never aiming at the 9 ball.  I wasn’t advanced like that. 

Then when it came to the deciding game for the championship, I was already so relaxed and unpressured because it was hilarious to me that I was even at that game.  My opponent was good.  She knew how to play.  I was a little annoyed (she was probably too) that the ref from our first game kept coaching her.  It was a game of patience for me.  She put all the balls in the pocket (I had a few attempts in between) and missed and left the 9 ball for me.  That’s probably the only time I really concentrated because I wanted to win to piss off the ref/coach.  And the 9 ball went in, and I won! Woohoo! 

Same high as my hole-in-one but different.  Because at my hole-in-one, it was less of a chamba.  I was actually aiming for it. 

This is Jor’s monitor.  That 500 point shot is my hole-in-one.