Nestled in the rolling hills of an imagined countryside, Style Golf Club is a par-72, 6,800-yard gem that blends charm with challenge. Designed with a nod to traditional links-style play, its fairways weave through ancient oaks and strategic bunkers, demanding precision over power. The course features plenty of water that swallows more balls than a retriever at a dog park. With slick greens and unpredictable winds, Style Golf Club tests every club in the bag while rewarding those who can keep their cool—and their ball out of the rough. It’s also, apparently, the perfect stage for Steve to pull off a 100-yard chip-in that he won’t stop talking about.
The Memorial Cup at Style Golf Club, generously sponsored by Alan Corbishley, was a day of heartfelt moments, classic mishaps, and one unforgettable shot that Steve insists we all hear about—his 100-yard chip-in. The event kicked off with a minute’s silence to honor the occasion, and, true to form, Bert rolled in just as the quiet began, tires screeching like he was auditioning for a getaway driver. He stood respectfully, if slightly out of breath, proving punctuality is not his strong suit. Meanwhile, Steve was nowhere to be seen, missing the silence entirely because he was, ahem, observing his own personal moment in the clubhouse loo, battling his ever-predictable IBS. But don’t worry, he made up for it later with—you guessed it—a 100-yard chip-in that’s now the stuff of legend.
The fairways saw their share of heroics, none more peculiar than guest Jonathan Lees’ attempt at the longest drive. His towering shot went so high it nearly needed air traffic control clearance. When it landed, slightly up the fairway, it came down with what looked like a dusting of snow—an optical illusion or Style’s quirky microclimate? Either way, Jonathan’s skyward blast would have earned him the longest drive prize if we had one, though Steve would argue his 100-yard chip-in was the real shot of the day. And he’s not wrong—did we mention Steve chipped in from 100 yards? Because he certainly has.
The nearest the pin prize went to Stuart Shand, who managed to stick his shot impressively close to the flag, earning well-deserved applause. However, while commendable, it wasn’t as close as Steve’s now-infamous 100-yard chip-in.
The leaderboard battle was fierce, but Ron “The Tree” Marshall stood tall, claiming the Memorial Cup with a stellar 40 points. His steady play navigated Style’s traps with ease, though even he had to nod in respect when Steve brought up his 100-yard chip-in for the third time at the turn.
Hot on Ron’s heels was Pete Evens, who posted a cracking 38 points for runner-up honors. Just two points shy of victory, Pete’s consistency was admirable, but he couldn’t steal the spotlight from Steve, who was still beaming about—you know it—that 100-yard chip-in.
The Visor, that coveted badge of “unique achievement,” went to our illustrious and ever glorious Mr Captain. He did not, he did not! …look happy. While the details of his visor-worthy antics are debated at the 19th hole, they were overshadowed by Steve recounting, yet again, how he chipped in from 100 yards. Honestly, Mr Captain, you might need to pull off something bigger next time to compete with Steve’s story.
Sadly, the twos pot went untouched, with no one sinking a hole in two strokes. The prize money rolls over to the next event at Disley, where players will dream of birdies, bragging rights, and maybe a shot half as good as Steve’s 100-yard chip-in.
A huge thank you to Alan Corbishley for sponsoring the Memorial Cup, ensuring a day of camaraderie, competition, and Steve reminding everyone about his 100-yard chip-in. Style Golf Club provided a fitting stage, and the players—especially Steve—delivered the script. Until next time, keep your swings smooth, your IBS in check, and your chip-ins, well, at least 100 yards.