It is a special place.
It is home to The Honourable Company of Edinburgh Golfers.
It is the world-famous Muirfield Golf Club.
Some of Augusta National’s members belong here and some of these Muirfield members are on the Augusta National member roster. It’s that exclusive, you get the picture.
All proper proceedure is followed here from the moment you arrive, they’re telling you what to do and where to go and how you’ll get there.
Another windy day greeted us, the tough but honest links were out there, right in front of you, no trickery.
Better control your golf ball or Muirfield will gobble you alive.
I was its victim two years ago and it was lying in wait to batter me into submission once again.
Pars felt like birdies, bogeys like pars and doubles felt like bogeys.
Most of us had caddies and the caddies are what you expect from an exclusive club like Muirfield. St. Andrews caddies can be a bit rough around the edges, these gentlemen were simply great. My caddie John, is a member at nearby Gullane, where Rickie Fowler won the Scottish Open a few years ago.
Our leader, Dave Stewart started with five straight pars and would shoot 81, his best effort so far, had the driver working well. Fred Bender drove it great, made a couple of birdies on a day that didn’t yield many.
None of our lads broke 80. Muirfield is that tough — 18 great holes, no easy holes. It’s simply spectacular and a great walk, even if you’re being battered like a small sailboat in a hurricane.
By day’s end, one of us had a glorious finish. Jan Burger, the World’s Most Interesting Man and Czech Republic golf course owner had the distinction of a birdie-birdie finish.
But the best was yet to come. We were on the list to eat lunch in the main dining room. The sitting room just off the main dining room overflows with history on the walls — former cpatains and influential members from centuries ago.
Dress is coat and tie. The gentleman in charge looked down at my casual Sketchers shoes and wanted to find me some proper footwear. I sure as heck wasn’t going to play the “Howie Long wears Sketchers with his suits” card and pleaded that I have bad feet with bunions and leather shoes won’t fit. Offered to let him have a look at them in the locker room but he nodded and let me head in — Sketchers it was.
The buffet was beyond exquisite, best I’ve ever seen. Four courses with the main hot offerings of beef tenderloin, pork tenderloin and leg of lamb among others.
The roasted potatoes were to die for.
Tough to describe this feast. Words could not do justiceto what was presented to us for our post-round consumption — the sour tase of every double bogey quickly faded and this was a meal without peer on this trip of a lifetime.
Muirfield is that kind of place.
And to the man, we felt darn fortunate to experience this wonderful day.