It’s almost here people! This Sunday is the time. Obviously, with the Qualifying results below, we have some strong contenders for the title. But we do still have a couple of “Invitation” spots left. So if you would like to participate in this historic event, either as a player, spectator, caddy, photographer, videographer, then feel free to send an email to info@theidiotinstitute.com and we’ll tell you what the go is, and how you can get in on the fun.
If by chance you can’t make it to Auckland on Sunday, then feel free to start a Underground Gambling Syndicate on the result, but just make sure that you cut me in on the profits…
PHOTOS OF QUALIFYING BELOW!
Yesterday, Wednesday the 20th of June 2007, was the Qualifying round for THE FIRST NEW ZEALAND NATIONAL URBAN GOLF CHAMPIONSHIPS. This day happened to be the shortest day of the year in NZ, (our winter) and it turned on the weather with blustery and rainy conditions.
Unpurturbed, our golfers soldiered on, dressed more sartorially elegant than any of those Queer Eye bastards, they headed into downtown Auckland. They teed off at the historically beautiful Downtown Ferry Building, and made their way block by block through the central city. A highlight being Jimi’s gorgeous slight left to right draw over the downtown traffic and into a carpark, all from in front of a Asian restaurant which resulted in rapturous applause from the Asian population within. (Big Urban Golf market)
Life was peachy, we had managed to miss most people, hit one bus, play from the middle of the busiest intersection in NZ, all until a major misjudgement from Mark. Heading up High Street (Boutique Fashion St) Mark has sculled his ball, full velocity, at a height of about 6ft, missing a girls head by about 6 inches and hitting the window of the Corner Bar. This, obviously, ended in an altercation about the worthiness of our sport and it’s place in the urban environment and being threatened with police action. F*$k them, we played through. Now it must be said, we did create quite a scene, applause from many, words of congratulations
from lots, and girls throwing panties ‘cos we looked so hot. Life was good.
Having played some glorious shots up High Street, our worst fears came true, those bastards had called the cops. And here they were. Funny as it seems, we played “Good Cop, Bad Cop, Idiots.” Good cop thinking it was amusing, (and saying he’d come to the site to see the pictures), Bad Cop confiscating our balls, threatening to take our clubs, as well as to charge us with “Possession Of An Offensive Weapon”. To quote the fine New Zealand Police force, “Do you guys realise how stupid this is? You’re a bunch of f*%kin Idiots!” Oh if only they knew how apt there comments actually were…
Qualifying finishing right there due to sudden lack of equipment.
So, we went to a bar. I appologise for the quality, and lack of pictures… But that’s what happens when THE PHOTOGRAPHER DOESN’T F$%@$N TURN UP!
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