Week 2

🏌️‍♂️ Week 2 Thrash – The Showdown of Mediocrity Ah, Week 2 of the Thrash. A golf competition where mediocrity gets a free pass, and anyone with 24 points is basically cheating. Yes, I’m talking to you, the one who somehow managed to score 24 points without anyone actually witnessing it. We’re not saying you cheated… but we’re definitely thinking it. Let’s talk about Joe. His nightmare began on the 2nd – three tries in the bunker, the last one smacking the face and flying OB. Then, on the 3rd tee, he steps up and absolutely launches his best drive – never to be seen again. Three holes. Zero points. Joe’s golf bag should come with a counseling leaflet The man didn’t just lose balls – he went on a full-scale search and rescue mission, finding a Wilson ball, playing it, and losing it again immediately. We’re not sure what’s worse: picking up a Wilson in the first place, using it like it’s a Pro V1, or losing it after one swing. That ball had a shorter life span than Joe’s sense of dignity on the course. Mark Hodson was apparently a 7-under par gross golfer on the driving range. But the dream died fast. After one shot ended up on the 18th fairway, his day began with a 7 for 1 point. Still, better than his playing partner's double blob. That’s the spirit of the Thrash. And where were the Fatmates? Steve Rapley (21 points) - One of the few Fatmates to actually put in a shift. Managed to not embarrass himself entirely, unlike some others. John Hall (15 points) - Kept his score about as steady as his putting stroke - wobbly but not entirely disastrous. Barry Carter (16 points) - Thought he'd play hero ball, but reality had other plans. That 7 on Hole 1 was a wake-up call. And then there’s the age-old debate – are Div 1 players the real golfers, or is it all a conspiracy by Div 2 to make themselves feel better? Div 1 is where the action is, where real players are born, suffer, and die trying. Div 2? It’s a support group with clubs. But jokes aside, it’s all about the banter, the bruised egos, and the glorious chaos that is the Thrash. Here’s to another week of accidental greatness, shocking meltdowns, and Joe Cheong’s growing list of lost balls.