Fergus Bisset: Always look on the bright side

Fergus is showing some uncharacteristic optimism this week, there must be something funny in the water.

2008 has been something of an annus horribilis in terms of my competitive golf. My handicap has risen from 1.1 to 2.4 and the last time I broke par was so long ago that I can now only remember the round under hypnosis.

Playing badly for such an extended period has been a testing and eye-opening experience. I’d become accustomed to steadily improving and winning the odd thing over the past few years so I’ve had to completely reconsider my golfing objectives and expectations through 2008.

It’s been a long and arduous road but I’m now learning to live with my ineptitude. I’m slowly coming to realise that playing poor golf can still be fun. It’s certainly a good deal more amusing than playing well.

There’s nothing particularly funny about hitting fairways and greens or holing putts. A top or a shank, a five putt or a raging hook are much more comical. Play an eclectic array of comedy shots during a round and it’ll be far more memorable for you and more entertaining for your playing partners.

I’ve come to this conclusion as I played in the “Tuesday Championship” this week. It’s an annual event contested by the boys from my golf club - a four round strokeplay competition played off scratch. We’re all pretty good golfers on paper but each year we go away and produce some mind-bogglingly awful golf during this competition. It might be because of the pressure of participating in such a prestigious event, more likely it’s the hangovers and lack of sleep. Whatever the cause, it makes for a very funny few days. At the end of each round everyone is far more eager to find out the worst score than the best.

This year, as with every year, we all laughed from pretty much the first tee shot of the first round until the final putt finally dropped on the 72nd green. We played some great courses (Spey Valley, Boat of Garten and Aboyne), drank some great beers and shared some great stories. This is surely what golf is all about – camaraderie and enjoyment. We’ll all remember my shank into the bushes off the second tee at Boat of Garten, Alastair making back to back four putts in the second round and Craig losing ten balls in the space of 14 holes.

For the record books – Ryan (pro at Inchmarlo and regular Alliancer) won the competition with rounds of 77, 69, 70 and 75, Big Stu from Banchory was second and I was the leading amateur in third. Although Craig was not quite on the podium this year, he’ll console himself with the fact he won the lost ball prediction sweeper. Incredibly we misplaced 72 between the eight of us – not good, but pretty funny.

So, next time I spray one into the trees, hit it between my legs or duff it ten yards I’m going to turn to my playing partner and laugh, hopefully he’ll laugh too and then everyone will get something out of it. Who am I kidding? Next time I play I’ll be back to stony silences and general self loathing.

Fergus Bisset
Contributing Editor

Fergus is Golf Monthly's resident expert on the history of the game and has written extensively on that subject. He has also worked with Golf Monthly to produce a podcast series. Called 18 Majors: The Golf History Show it offers new and in-depth perspectives on some of the most important moments in golf's long history. You can find all the details about it here.

He is a golf obsessive and 1-handicapper. Growing up in the North East of Scotland, golf runs through his veins and his passion for the sport was bolstered during his time at St Andrews university studying history. He went on to earn a post graduate diploma from the London School of Journalism. Fergus has worked for Golf Monthly since 2004 and has written two books on the game; "Great Golf Debates" together with Jezz Ellwood of Golf Monthly and the history section of "The Ultimate Golf Book" together with Neil Tappin , also of Golf Monthly.

Fergus once shanked a ball from just over Granny Clark's Wynd on the 18th of the Old Course that struck the St Andrews Golf Club and rebounded into the Valley of Sin, from where he saved par. Who says there's no golfing god?