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Saturday, May 18, 2013
They called it golfPosted Friday, December 21, 2007, at 4:20 PM
It was the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat, all in one sport, if it could really fall under that name, on the same afternoon.
This local sports masterpiece involved a golf match years ago involving members of the Shelbyville Central High School coaching staff.
Bobby Locke, girls basketball coach and assistant football coach, and John Stanford, baseball coach and assistant football coach, challenged boys basketball coach Mike Bone and Doug Langston, football coach and assistant girls basketball coach, to a round of golf at River Bend...and spotted them 100 strokes.
It would be unfair to say Bone and Langston were bad golfers. They didn't measure up to merely bad golfers. Let's just say if Tiger had been there that afternoon he may have given up golf and turned to bowling.
I received word this was taking place and showed up to take a few pictures. The match had already started but I had no trouble finding the golfers.
At that time there was a cow pasture...and Bone...off one of the early holes near Old Tullahoma Highway.
"My best route to the hole was down the cow pasture and then over the fence," Bone laughed as he recalled the infamous match yesterday.
Langston was among a bunch of trees...blocking his way to the green or anywhere else.
Locke and Stanford were fairly good golfers. I'm sure Stanford would say he was better than a fairly good golfer in those days, but we must remember his talents were varied and included things other than sports.
This is a man who, during his high school days in Lousiana, once played football the first half, played the tuba with the band at halftime in a somewhat mixed uniform, and returned to football for the second half.
I was never able to learn whether the band ran him off or the football team was waiting for him at the start of the second half.
Locke and Stanford were easy winners despite spotting their opponents the 100 strokes.
Their memories aren't the same today. Locke was in Shelbyville yesterday and when asked about the number of strokes involved he immediately answered 100 stokes.
I called Bone yesterday afternoon and he said he thought it must have been so many strokes per hole. He thinks the number of strokes must have grown over the years. Oh well, at least he wasn't treed by a bull and he...finally... emerged from the cow pasture with his shoes fairly clean.
Maybe that counts as somewhat of a victory.
Bo Melson is a retired sports and police beat editor of the Times-Gazette.