This is the title I chose for my personal blog, which is meant to give me an outlet for one of my favorite crafts – writing – plus to use an image from my favorite sport, golf. Out of college, my first job was as a reporter for the Daily Astorian in Astoria, Oregon, and I went on from there to practice writing in all of my professional positions, including as press secretary in Washington, D.C. for a Democrat Congressman from Oregon (Les AuCoin), as an Oregon state government manager in Salem and Portland, as press secretary for Oregon’s last Republican governor (Vic Atiyeh), and as a private sector lobbyist. This blog also allows me to link another favorite pastime – politics and the art of developing public policy – to what I write. I could have called this blog “Middle Ground,” for that is what I long for in both politics and golf. The middle ground is often where the best public policy decisions lie. And it is where you want to be on a golf course.
The latest on-line edition of Global Golf Post heralds a new day for Muirfield, one of Scotland’s great, old golf courses.
Why?
The Honourable Company of Muirfield golfers (yes, that’s the way you spell “honourable” in Scotland) reached a momentous decision in 2017: After 275 ears of being a “men only” club, women were admitted, a total of 12 of them whose membership finally was effective as of last July 1.
Too late, you might say. A long time coming, you might say. Not so “honourable” you might also add.
I agree.
But the fact is that Muirfield eventually made the right decision and it will be a good one for the game of golf in Scotland, which is known as the “home of golf,” but don’t tell golfers in the Netherlands who believe the game started in their country.
One of the reasons for the Muirfield decision was that the men-only policy had meant the course could no longer be in the rotation of Scottish courses to host “The Open.” Which, in fact, is what we in America call the “British Open,” though Scots and Brits stoutly prefer “The Open” and glance sideways at you if have the temerity to add the word British to the title.
All of this conjures memories for me.
It was about 20 years ago when son Eric, after playing well in the U.S. Mid-Amateur in Connecticut, made it into the field for the British Mid-Amateur. The site was Muirfield.
My wife, Nancy, Eric’s wife, Holly, and I made the trip to Scotland with Eric for the wonderful experience of being in that country, the homeland of my wife’s parents. And, yes, the major reason was the golf tournament.
Muirfield, back in the 1980s, was the original #1 golf course, as ranked by Golf Magazine in its inaugural listings. The roster of Muirfield Open Champions attests to the greatness of this Scottish links, with names such as Cotton, Player, Nicklaus, Watson, Faldo, Els, and Mickelson.
The Muirfield course is revered by pros and amateurs alike because of its straightforward challenge. Each hole at Muirfield is unique and difficult, but with no hidden hazards and only one blind shot.
It also is one of the oldest clubs in the world, dating from its first beginnings in Leith in 1744 to its later move to Musselburgh, and finally in 1891 to Muirfield in East Lothian.
Now, back to Eric’s tournament there. He played well, missing the two-round cut by only a stroke. He had a Scottish caddy and, when that caddy talked to other Scots, you could not understand a word because of the deep the Scottish brogue. When the caddy talked with Eric, however, he changed his inflection so he was understandable.
Eric’s tournament occurred long before Muirfield made the rational decision to admit women. But, given that the British Mid-Amateur would host families of players, including women, the club had no choice but to allow women on the premises for that tournament, even though women were not normally allowed inside the front gate.
It was the beginning of the end for “men only.”
And, for the club’s “old guys,” the change was quite a reach.
Wife Nancy loves to tell story of one old guy when she sat near him in one of the traditional long tables in the clubhouse restaurant. Both were having a meal. Beyond her very presence, the old guy was even more flustered when Nancy told him that her father grew up in very poor part of Glasgow and, in the normal flow of life, would never have set foot on the Muirfield grounds. Yet, here was his daughter…in person.
Overall, Nancy and Holly were free to find her way around the course and – even – into the clubhouse.
The “old guy” players at Muirfield used to play a distinctive style that may not ully have survived to this day. They would show up at the course in dress clothes and then change into golf attire for a morning round. It would always be “foursomes,” which means alternate shot.
After the morning round, they would head to the clubhouse, change back into formal attire for lunch. And, then guess what? Back to the locker room to change for an afternoon round, their second of the day.
Strange, but fond, memories of Muirfield.
From what I saw as a spectator, it was – and still is – a great course. Today, men and women play it as equals, at least in theory. It may take some time for the equality to emerge.
And, as I write this, I also note that a course in La Quinta, The Plantation, still only tolerates me. I will admit to having played there only a couple time and, in the parking lot, that was as far as my wife could go. She had to drop me and head away.
To put it bluntly, I would never join The Plantation and I suspect it will be only a matter of time before the course will have to give up its unfortunate style.
For now, though, I prefer to focus on the “new Muirfield.