By Terry Walker
Editor’s note: Terry Walker is a handicapable golfer whose shoulders will not allow five rounds of competitive golf in a three-day setting. Since retiring as a player, Terry has been nominated and served as the Desert Cup Commissioner since 2010.
I was one of the original eight players in the first Desert Cup held in in Palm Springs in 2006. The original concept was to just have some of Brandon’s and my friends gather to play some great golf courses. What began as a group of players quickly evolved to a tournament where the old guys played the younger guys. The Old Guys team consisted of Kerry South, Brent Pulver, Gary McBride and me. The Young Guys, made up of Brandon, Jeff Buckwalter, Gary Romril, and another guy (I can’t remember) received an absolutely thorough drubbing.
My best memory from the original Cup was a great 9-iron from a fairway bunker in the alternate shot round. My ball went from that bunker about 135 yards out and landed it close to the pin. It was by far my best shot of the weekend. To be fair, I hit so few great shots, it is easy to remember them.
I also remember a match against Brandon where he was up three or four to go and I won the last 4 holes – with double bogey or worse. In fact, I won one hole with an 8. Brandon just melted down and had a terrible final few holes. That course had a long par 4 with a left-side bunker the entire length of the fairway. The bunker was about 4 feet deep at the tee box and about 25 feet below the elevated green. Brandon hit into the bunker off the tee (which is strange, as his poorly-hit shots tend to go right). He hit his second and didn’t get out of the bunker, and then his third off the left of the green and to the bottom of a cliff. It took about 3 tries to get on to the green from there, like hitting out of an alley to the top of a building. The next was a par 3 with water. Brandon hit two into the water and had about a 6 or 7. My point isn’t to relive Brandon’s poor shots – merely to say that some wins are a not a result of one person’s great play, as much as the opponent truly struggling through a round.
My other memory is playing with Gary. As a high school coach, Gary likes to try and help his partner hit the best shot possible. On the second or third hole he is telling me where to hit my drive – very specifically where. I said, “Gary, I am a 21 handicapper, if I could hit where I wanted I would be a 15 handicapper. I am lucky to get it forward, in play, about 150 out. You can tell me where to hit, and I know where I would like to see the ball go, but I have no chance of hitting it anyplace on purpose.” That’s always been my golf philosophy – hit it straight and short… when possible.
The last fun memory was that we were small enough that we were able to stay in one house together. During a tough game of Texas Hold ‘Em, I was able to split the pot with Gary and I won $80.
It has been great to see the Cup so big and to make some great new friends. With Buck not coming, there are four original players still playing and me as commissioner, so five of the eight are still very much in the heat of it.
Brandon has built the Cup into something that is really fun and no one ever wants to miss. I am proud of him… even if he’s wrecked a cart, and got sick and melted down one year to throw his Dad a bone. I treasure this weekend and look forward to seeing you all again.