jimglen wrote:exactly I always compare Golf, 300 odd yard drives, do that with Older Golf balls and clubs... and if they really want to compare the present to the past, well then make the wholes longer to allow for the advancement in equipment, evening it out a bit, then see how much 'under' par they regularly are.
- This a reasonable assumption Jim. My response will also be for our thread compatriot apparently born Feb 6, 1986 who's parents look to have made a transcription error with the 3rd letter of his given name who has extolled the extra exceptionalism of modern athletes through year round modern training and extra vitamins, thereby proving just how much dumber he would've been had he been born 100 years earlier. Yet some will say we can clearly see the exceptionalism of modern wunderkinds on this forum from their besotted mam wank threads and women bullying men threads. I say NOT, so let's look further.
Circa 1977 three young bucks met for some golf on a typical wide open Texas slugger course of about 7000+ yard length. I was at a 5% body fat 5-8, 150 lbs being trained down for bicycle and motorcycle racing and had played no golf for at least 5 years, my bro 6-2, 190 ex baseball prospect and a 6-7, 350 Alexander Ustinov replica were rec players, a perfect study on body types as applied to golf. My bro and I shared my old man's 1960 Ben Hogan persimmon golf set he was given, and Bear also played with sweet set of persimmons since that's all there was. As can imagine, it quickly became a driving contest, and then one of who made the green first, and of course on the greens we reverted to grade A hackers as befits the average rec player. We played from the pro tees and were easily driving 300+ yards whenever we got in a straight shot and jockeyed back and forth over who led who in yardage, a ton of fun we had. Since I had long stopped playing golf, never had the chance to really see how I could do in the sport, but my best score for the only year that I played at age 13 was an 87 from the men's tees, and plenty boys better than me, but they had grown up playing.
My best shot in the above shootout was also the best of our round when on a dog leg left par 5 of about 550 yards, they went straight down the middle to avoid the 100' pines, but I teed up heavy on my left foot to loft a sky rocket over the pines into the middle of the dogleg for a 325 yard drive about 50 yards ahead of their safe, but substantial drives for bragging rights. Point being my clubs were heavily used by my old man who was a hacker for 15 years previous and I had scarcely played more than a 2-3 rounds over the past 10 years. I could've used one of those legal titanium and aluminum hybrid metals and modern golfballs and easily added 30 or more to those drives, and with some practice and specific workouts devoted to golf, another 20-30 yards. I can also buy a stock Mercedes SUV today that does 200 MPH and claim to be better than Barney Oldfield, but such misapplication of logic is already the bane of moderns that always inherit this earth as we see in the current results.
I also naturally thought in my spiking testosterone that my generation was the greatest, but then humbly discovered the wisdom of the ages to set me back a few paces from my hubris. Enjoy your ride lads, for ye too soon to be dust before you can blink by the end, and what then?
