It has obviously been a while trying to find the final of the top five moments of SCC history, and last night an absolute pearler was remembered. The thoughts came back whilst Peter 'Definitely going to be carrying Neil' Bramwell was giving Neil 'Oh My God, another high fade' Guyton an absolute drubbing.
The memories wont be there for most members of the SCC so I will try and recapture the moment for you in as much detail as possible… (from my perspective)
The waves crash in, a seagull swoops low over head, Ben lets out a massive fart echoing around Nefyn GC car park. That was the setting for what was to be the beginning of the greatest golf competition the world had ever known, the 'Second City Challenge'. I had obviously met Nick and Neil a few times but this was only the second time I had really met Ben, and I was a bit concerned about his golfing prowess as Nick had described him as fairly new to the game and a little bit wank.
The first tee is a majestic view out into the ocean and is surrounded by the starters hut and a full patio of eager golfers. We all get away solidly (we could tell Ben was slightly nervous due to the brown stain slowly seeping through his new golf shorts) and the first hole is completed with no real bother, although Nick was messing about with his bag something chronic muttering 'where the here did I put all of those toys?'.
On the second tee however, all was about to change. Team manchester step up to the plate and Bramwell smashes one majestically down the middle about 290 yards, Neil wangs one out into the Atlantic, narrowly missing the Isle of Man and Nick streaks one about a foot off the ground for no more than 120 yards. Then big bollocks Ben comes up, two,maybe three, solid practise swings. Approaches the ball. Shoulders shift back and a long slow piercing stare down the fairway soon follows. Head down. Clean take away. Great turn. Huge swing, massive in fact, only to find that his brand new top flite ladies number 4 ball still sitting perched on top of the tee.
He eventually manages to knob it away, and Neil, Ben and myself head off on the thirty yard walk to Bens ball, when we turn around to find what can only be described as an exploding 'Toys 'R' Us' behind us. Nick's bag strap had broken on the second tee of a long weekend of golf, and it couldn't have happened to a more cool, calm and collected man!
What memories, never to be replicated only to be bettered in this years SCC 2011.
Ps, I would suggested a quick email to Ben and Nick to ask them what happened on the final green to win SCC 2006!
PB
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