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May 1999 Issue

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Messages from Bob
PGA and Senior Tours
Senior British Open Story
With This Coupon Course News
Free Bottle
of PGA Tour
Domestic Beer David Duval: Why is he the best? The
at answer, quoted from Rob Boldt, who has
played over 75 rounds with David on the
The Golfer’s Grill Nike Tour (when David was just another
(Downstairs Next to Pro Shop) professional golfer): "Mental prepared-
ness and discipline, plus his ability to
gamble with his game with percentage
shots." Tiger Woods is an example of a
disciplined gambler. Time will tell if he
can learn when to hold them and when to
fold them into pars.
How does David hit it so far, exploding
into the hitting area and turning through
the ball with a 120-mph clubhead speed?
He has Popeye arms and a stocky
physique with the flexibility of a gym-
nast. Watch David's follow-through and
finish (the twisting of his body). This
flexibility is seldom seen on an individual
with a stocky build. David also has per-
fect fundamentals on his short game.
Watch his chipping technique: no lower
body movement, slow backswing, and a
combination of arms and wrists on the
follow-through.
Senior PGA Tour
People always ask me, Why don't you
keep playing on the Tour? I’d do any-
thing to be able to do that--what could be
a better way of making a living?" Well,
read on…it isn't always perfect.
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Messages from
Bob
A TRIP TO THE
SENIOR BRITISH OPEN
A true story by Bob Boldt
My trip started from Reno after trying to
qualify for the U.S. Senior Open at
Hidden Valley Golf Course. There had
been two spots available for 42 players. I
came in fourth, which was the same as
last. Disappointed but not despondent, I
was looking forward to my exemption
into the British Open (I had earned an
exemption from the Senior Tour money
list). The last time I had an opportunity
to play in Britain was in the late sixties
when I played the regular tour.
I should have expected a bizarre trip
when my flight was delayed going to
Seattle. The only way I could play in the
Senior British Open was to make my con-
nection with British Airways there at
10:30 p.m. If I missed it I would miss
my deadline for registration. U.S. Air to
Seattle had engine problems; no other
flights were available. I found one that
went to Portland, then flew from Portland
to Seattle, and arrived 30 minutes prior to
flight time.
Naturally the British Airways flight was
in another terminal. After some frantic
hustle I jumped on the plane as the doors
were closing. One problem, my baggage
and clubs didn't make it. Great! What do
I play with? British Air says, "No prob-
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Director of Golf
lem, they'll be on the flight tomorrow and
will be shuttled up, hopefully to arrive
before the tournament starts." This is not
starting out well!
A 747 business-class window seat will be
welcome. But my ticket is incorrectly
made out; the travel agency has the seat-
ing correct on the agenda record but not
on the ticket. So I get back row, middle
seat, in the smoking section, and that is it.
"Sorry you have paid for business class
but there are no seats available, you will
be upgraded on the return."
I don't know if any of you have had the
pleasure of sitting for ten hours in an
economy section, middle row seat
between a 260-pound Trans-Euro racing
mechanic (chain-smoking Camel unfil-
tered) and a 16 year-old, son of a rock
drummer for "Licorice and the Earshots,"
(also chain-smoking--Benson and Hedges
filtered). I can tell you it was very simi-
lar to being gassed.
If I could have gotten off the plane, I
would have. Drinking was a thought, but
I restrained myself and only downed a
sleeping pill, in hopes of waking up
thinking this was a bad dream. I guess
the pill didn't work for a couple reasons:
the lack of oxygen in the air and
Alorinsk, the mechanic, who downed as
many Jack Daniels as needed to pass out
about 3 hours into the trip, and snored in
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bursts so hard it shook the seats. His
body was so big I couldn't rest my elbows
on the seat rests. Lippy, the rock drum-
mer's son, would not shut up. He told me
his whole life history; everything from
his new nose ring to how he birdied the
eighteen hole at St. Andrews by hitting a
three wood into the hole from 160 yards.
He asked for my autograph and asked if I
wanted to attend his concert and check
out some babes. I felt so lucky; a great
pair to draw a seat between.
London -- my time 8 a.m. I've had no
sleep but am anxious to register and prac-
tice (I don't have my clubs but I could at
least get to see the course) and get some
sleep.
Now about the rental car… The travel
agency again made a mistake with my
reservation and I was booked for a Land
Rover stick shift. No problem, I just
wanted to get on with it. This car, jeep,
whatever is like the ones you see on
safari and it rode the same way.
On a three-hour drive on the wrong side
of the road, shifting with my left hand
and trying to negotiate a roundabout I
was within a few miles of the hotel and
course when it happened. I was in the
inside lane of the roundabout, completely
stopped, when I heard a crunch on my
left side but didn't see anything. It was
about 10 p.m. I peered out of the other
side to see what had happened and saw
the remains of a mini-minor MG (a car
the size of a large bumper car) flattened
on the side of the road. The car was
chartreuse with polka dots and the driver
was a mini-skirted, high-heeled, well-
endowed, teenybopper with spiked hair.
She was as high as one can get, grabbing
her neck and lying on the side of the
road. I asked if she was hurt and she
starts yelling at me with every swearword
I know, and the crowd starts in and sides
with her. I have a feeling this is not
going to be very good.
One hour later, Constable Stanley Preston
arrives, a 25 year-old weight lifter, cloth-
ing starch-pressed into military iron folds.
He has a semi-penciled mustache; I can
feel I'm up against it. Stanley immediate-
ly attends to Pricilla ("Call her Prissy,"
she tells Stanley)--I may as well throw in
the towel. 30 minutes later Stanley
comes over and states that he is giving
me a citation…and I haven't even talked
to him yet. I start to explain and Stanley
says, "License, passport, insurance, rental
documents, international license." I have
everything except the international
license.
Stanley reads me my rights, explains that
we must all go into Constable's
Headquarters, and that I am being cited.
Prissy is now well and her hero has been,
and will be, rewarded.
2:00 a.m. Papers are filed. I have the
right to a lawyer but nothing can be done
until tomorrow morning at 10 a.m. Until
then I must be in custody. I plead my
case with the British Open registration,
invitee of the Royal and Ancient, etc.
Stanley does not hear me. Desperation
sets in. I'm not going to sit in custody
and miss the tournament because I was
hit by a drug-crazed-teenybopper in a go-
cart.
3:00 a.m. Prissy is leaving; Stanley is
escorting her home. I approach Stanley
and inform him that I am going to report
him to the consulate for improper proce-
dures: no witnesses, no checking for alco-
hol, drugs, or open containers, and giving
me no food. This was a real bad idea.
Stanley is pissed, but I don't care. I
demand to see another constable and get
my first break, as in comes Captain Bush,
authoritative, 60ish, very proper, very
British. He listens to my story, starts a
chat with "stud-ly" Stanley and I can see
it isn't polite--the captain is a golfer!!!
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At 5 a.m. the captain arranges a cash bail.
Prissy says her car is worth 800 pounds
and she has no insurance. Captain Bush
takes $1500 in Travelers checks from me,
proceeds with paperwork and says,
"Believe me, this is the very best way
out." I believe him and I'm on my way at
6 a.m.
I arrive at the clubhouse at 8:00 a.m.,
unshaven and having been up for thirty
hours. I register, explain my dilemma to
the Royal and Ancient committee, borrow
a set of clubs (mine are to arrive tomor-
row, the tournament day!) and hit the
course.
At 2:00 that afternoon I finally check into
the hotel, crash, wake-up the next morn-
ing at 9 a.m. and am scheduled to tee off
at 12:30.
By 10:30 my clubs have not arrived. I
feel like a zombie (jet lag, bad) but I'm
going to play no matter what.
At 12:00 my clubs arrive, half an hour
before my tee time. The weather is beau-
tiful.
Within that half an hour a storm comes
in. The first hole is 208 yards, par 3. A
one iron comes up short, and I hit it per-
fectly. I shoot 73, bogeying the last two
holes, and had one of the lowest rounds
in the afternoon. All of the leaders
played in the morning. I was ecstatic
with the round. Things are turning
around.
On Friday I have a 9 a.m. tee-time and
am looking forward to good weather, as it
was on Thursday morning. Wrong!
There's another storm front right behind
the first one and it is more violent.
This time I hit a driver on the 208-yard
first hole. My two fellow competitors,
Hugh Boyle, a Ryder Cup-per from
Britain and Hans Hohnke from Sweden,
cannot reach the green with their drivers.
By the 4th hole the storm intensifies and
destroys my umbrella. Rain is covering
the greens but there is no cancellation
("The show must go on"). I am drenched
and cannot hang on to the club and shoot
40 on the first nine.
On the 10th hole the club slips out of my
hands-O.B. The next shot I top. The fol-
lowing shot buries in a pot bunker. I hit
it but cannot get it out. I hit the next shot
backwards, but too far, into a dense thick-
et-unplayable. Now I'm really in trouble
because I can't drop anywhere--2 club-
lengths gives me no relief. Dropping fur-
ther back, keeping that point on my line
to the hole, puts me in the trolley rails. I
can only drop the ball and play it from
where I started, back in the bunker. This
particular pot bunker is so deep that one
cannot do anything but hit sideways or
backwards. I drop the ball in the bunker
and it buries. I try to play sideways but it
doesn't come out. I try again and move
the ball to the rough near the fairway. A
perfect 5 iron flies over the green into a
thicket. I chop out, chip up and two-putt.
(Trivia what did I score?)
I would have quit at this point but I was
at the furthest point from the clubhouse,
so I decided to play on. 88 shots later I
arrived at the Royal Lytham and St.
Annes, circa 1896, clubhouse. The storm
was gone.
A bottle of spirits, a quick flight home,
and this nightmare was behind me.
I arrived at Boundary Oak two days later,
The Only Million Dollar Teaching Staff in Northern California
Bob Boldt--PGA Tour, Senior Tour
Rob Boldt--PGA, Nike, Hooter’s Tours
Wayne Cavazza--Teacher of over 50 Junior Champions
Craig Elliott--PGA, Course Record holder 65 (white tees)
Dave DeLong--over $500,000 in career prize money
Jason Boldt--Nike, Hooter’s, Mini-Tours
Mike Jordan--Left-handed teaching, club-fitter/maker
Jeff Cassidy--Junior camp manager, club-fitter/maker
to the question, "What happened, why did be a part of our communal commitment
you withdraw?" to aid groups that provide for individuals
and organizations in need.
Dumbfounded I said, "What?"
Junior Camps
"You made the cut by three shots."
Our popular Junior Camps are running
The storm had caused many scores in the just about every week during the summer.
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