Mr. Bean plays golf in Poland! - Brasier Golf
Golf coaching with internationally acclaimed PGA Professional Brett Brasier - along with club management, golf tip and editorial writing.
Golf, Brasier Golf, Coaching, Management, Design, Professional Golf
16692
post-template-default,single,single-post,postid-16692,single-format-standard,bridge-core-3.1.2,qode-page-transition-enabled,ajax_fade,page_not_loaded,,qode-title-hidden,qode-theme-ver-30.1,qode-theme-bridge,qode_header_in_grid,wpb-js-composer js-comp-ver-7.9,vc_responsive

Mr. Bean plays golf in Poland!

‘Yes’—it’s true I found Mr. Bean on the 1st tee of this new golfing land—tallish, and with all his clubs (except 7 iron) still with their original cellophane wrappings- he was looking like he had just landed from some far away planet. Waiting and extremely white—there he was, smiling, while making full swings with his putter!

“You have 9 holes with Mr. Bean: said the laughing golf registration girls—I managed a restrained smile although thinking the worst!—-I was not in the best of moods as my last student had suffered a case of the ‘shanks’ and my mind was in mass confusion while trying to figure out if it is actually really possible to hit and abuse a golf ball that badly?

My suspicions of an eventful upcoming 9 holes were confirmed when Mr. Bean took 5 minutes to take has glove off to shake my hand. Add this with the ‘torturous’ time it took to find his lucky ball and tees (separate Tesco shopping bags for the different lengths of tees!) we eventually teed of 15 minutes later with me hitting the fairway-which was a bloody miracle due to the hour of shanks I’d just witnessed.

Bean only played brand new Pro V1’s and had lost three by the time we passed the ladies tee—-it was about then that I realized that these particular 9 holes were going to take an eternity. I’m not sure what was more painful or worse to witness, the unbelievable bad shots or the countless (never to be seen again) Pro V1’s!

The whole 3 ½ hours of 9 holes were most disturbing and have left me dangerously damaged psychologically & deeply scarred. Bean was oblivious to my mental state as we shook hands. My dead brain was just coming back to life when he mumbled that he was looking forward to the second nine holes with me the following morning. I was a broken PGA professional as I left him sitting next to the green sorting out his Tesco plastic bags—- ‘Christ’ Beam me up Scotty!

Remember: To hit the ball crisply, you must have that feeling of pulling the club down a little bit ‘initially’ on your downswing.