Girly By Name, Girly By Nature

Sandy Lyle used to be able to play golf. He won the British Open in 1985.

Yesterday after the poor dear had to endure rain and wind, he walked off the course at the 11th hole on a score of 10 over par.

You big wimp. You say that you are getting ready for the seniors tour. Well let me say this you big woosie man (not to be confused with Ian Woosnam who had too many clubs in his bag and had no choice but to leave the course in the Open a few years back) you should be banned from golf forever.

Years back I was playing golf in a competition and our group came to the last hole. It was around 200 metres straight up a hill. My 80 year old playing partner asked me if I would be able to pull his buggy up the hill for him. No problem I replied. He hit it straight up the hill while I sliced so far that I could have hit the ball half way around a greyhound track. While I went off in search of the ball, my playing partner ended up taking his own buggy up the hill. He didn't complain, took triple bogey and looked forward to his next round of golf.

Former champion Ian Baker Finch realised that he can no longer play golf at a respectable level and so called it a day. Smart move. He didn't want to embarrass himself anymore. All of us weekend hackers have been 10 over par after 11 holes. We all finish the game. While there is a chance that something good could happen, we keep going.

But you Sandy Lyle decided that it was too hard and wet and cold. You quit and that's what you should do with your golf game if you haven't got the guts to see out a round of golf. I am sure the first reserve for the tournament must have been thrilled, watching on television while you exited the course.

I hope the senior tour tells you where to stick your sand wedge.