Tuesday, April 4, 2017

The TORO Infinity STEALTH - the Ninja of Irrigation

No, not this ninja, Mrs. Esterhouse...a different ninja.  A good ninja.


Given a long enough golfing career -- be it professional, amateur, or hobbyist -- everyone does it.

Everyone takes a dreaded bounce.

Now, we're not talking about a bad hop off of a hard berm, or a kick off of a rock, or even a jump from a cart path.  No, no, no, no, no.  We're talking about that one, singularly special kind of bounce...the bounce off of a sprinkler head.

It's the absolute worst when it comes to luck, because you can have a picture perfect drive or approach completely ruined because, well, dagnabbit, that lousy irrigation designer just had to put the head right there, didn't he?!  You didn't do anything wrong, it was all them.

You're not the only one, trust us.  It even happens to the pros, and it can imperil championship play.
Let's take a look at a case study, and let's begin by setting the stage.

If you recognize this hole, then you already know what's coming...


It's a beautiful Friday afternoon in April of 2014, 66° F with an 11 mph southwesterly wind.  You're on one of the most lovingly tended courses in the world at Augusta National, and you're in the top tier of one of the most prestigious competitions in the sport...the Masters.

Let's reiterate that...the Masters.

The leader has already closed out his second-round day with a string of five back-to-back birdies (!!!) to finish seven under with a three stroke lead.

Let's be honest...it only hurts worse that his name is "Bubba."

Meanwhile, you've already had a rocky start by overshooting on the short 4th, leaving you with a bogey.   Then on the 10th, a chip onto the deck went a little sideways, and you bogeyed again.  You weren't able to get it out of your head on the 11th, and bogeyed again.  All of a sudden, that cut-line is looming very close, and casting a long shadow over your every stroke.

It's fine, though, you think to yourself.  You've already won this two years ago, you can do it again.  It's all in your head, and the game is already 90% mental.  You've got a good lie right in the fairway, and you know you can do this.

You take a two practice swings, the second better than the first.  You can see it in your head...the ball landing on the back of the green near the fringe, and yanking back towards the hole to leave you a kick-in for a crisp par.  This is where you put it all back together.

You swing.  Contact is good...follow-through is beautiful.  Oh, it's in the air, and it is looking good.  Oh, baby, it is looking good!  There she goes, there she goes, oh, it's pretty, it's so pretty!  She's coming down, she's coming down, right on target.  And then....


....................well, then.

Your name is Rory McIlroy, your next shot is nigh unplayable from those...pretty...azaleas.

Although Rory would make the cut for round three with a par on the 18th, he would not go on to take home a green jacket that year.  And, although it was not that single error that sank his bid for that year's verdant vestment, it set the internet alight with discussions about rules, conditions of play, and just sour luck at even the professional level.  Thousands upon thousands of golfers worldwide went to Twitter, Facebook, Message Boards, and Blogs to share their own opinions and personal stories of the heartbreak of that approach.

TORO took a different approach.  Rather than duel with established rules, opinionated viewers and fans, or superintendents who had no recourse, they just figured out a way to eliminate the issue entirely.

Available as of Spring 2017, TORO released the Infinity® STEALTH.


Peekaboo.

The STEALTH is a kit manufactured and released by TORO that attaches to any existing Infinity body, right on top of the riser head.  This kit isn't just a bit of artificial turf sitting on top of your lid like a top hat, either.  It's a cup that not only allows for 1 1/2" of root growth for natural turf, but also aids drainage to prevent root rot.  


Placing the turf in the cup is easy enough; just take a piece of sod that matches the desired turf, cut it close to shape, fill in the gaps with sand, and then just walk away.  Just walk away.  Keep watering as normal, keep cutting as normal, keep playing as normal.  There will be no need to isolate the turf from the surrounding grass for any reason, and it will not impede the normal function of the head.



Where's Waldo?  THERE he is...

If you're worried about access to the head, don't be...like any other Infinity Series product, the STEALTH Series kit includes the Smart Access® feature, which allows easy access from the top to make adjustments and reach critical components. The Smart Access feature also makes it easy to add new technology in the future.


As simple as looking under the hood.  Maybe even simpler, if you drive a Chevy.

It's not only appearance and ease-of-play that are improved by the STEALTH.  As TORO discovered during their beta testing of several hundred installed units throughout the U.S. over the last year, the STEALTH also showed that it reduced labor (in the form of trimming around lids), the risk of tripping (by crew and members/guests), and improved the maintenance and cutting experience (by providing a seamless and continuous contour of turf).


The tech has been developed, and the tests are in, and now the Infinity STEALTH has realized its complete launch.


This doesn't have to be you.


Call Professional Turf Products at 1-888-PRO-TURF (776-8873) today for even more information, and don't forget to follow us on Facebook and Twitter!

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

A (Somewhat) Brief History of the Golf Ball

Let’s talk about something really interesting today.

Let's talk about something that doesn't have anything to do with Irrigation or Turf Maintenance.

Let’s talk about the golf ball.



This will be a slightly longer post than usual, but trust me, this is deceptively interesting, and involves a lot of history – ranging from economics to industrial manufacture and development, cultural boundaries and influence, capitalism, and standardization of both production and regulation processes.  If nothing else, it can make for ice-breaking conversation for your next Pick-Up-Group (what we weekend warriors affectionately call PUGs).


Bill...Bill...Bill...Steve.  Nice to meet you all.


It’s actually a little difficult to talk about the history of the golf ball itself without getting lost in the weeds of heavily-contested Golf History; there is actually a lot of quiet conflict within the very narrow circles that profess to be the true historians of golf.  We’re going to do our best to skirt outside of those weeds, and restrain the conversation to that little devilish orb itself…we’ll leave the much-disputed history of the sport for another day.

The history of the golf ball can be traced back to Holland and before.  It began when Julius Caesar led the Roman Empire into the Lowlands of Gaul in 57 B.C.  The Legions brought with them their own brand of sport, designed to be adaptable and mobile (because the legions were always on the move).  That sport carried the name Harpastum (which was itself an evolution of the Greek game Harpaston, roughly meaning “to seize,” or “to snatch away”), and was noted for the small, softball-sized globe that any soldier could carry with him in his saddlebag.  It was a small leather skin stuffed to the gills with the hair of various beasts of burden that the Legion took with them along their expeditions.  It was a full-contact sport and in modern society could be more closely compared to Rugby or American Football.  But, it’s the ball that is important here.

Excellent form, I say!  Excellent!


The natives of regions occupied and invaded by the Legion would take this little ball and incorporate it into their ball-and-stick sport of colf, and the ball itself would evolve into the first form that we have physical record of.  This little hand-crafted wooden ball would be carried north of Hadrian’s Wall past the 2nd century A.D.

Through the next millennia the sport itself evolved into the various offshoots of Crosse and Mail (what we now know as hockey, croquet, la crosse, and jai-alai), but the now-wooden ball itself remained the same across most of the areas in which the games were played.  They became a pastime of the military and shepherds alike, looking to both exercise their accuracy and prove their mettle to their contemporaries with stakes being bragging rights and rounds at the local tavern.  The noble Scots themselves would import these wooden balls handcrafted of elm or beech from across the sea by the barrel-load as late as 1496.  That’s over a thousand years that these balls saw use unchanged across Europe.

If I could putt from a kneeling position, I'm sure I could shave at LEAST four strokes off of my game.


Yet, within the lands of the Dutch, the stuffed-ball still held sway.  Technological advances made it easier to work leather and stitching became tighter.  Water became more readily accessible, and with it an increased understanding of the science that would come to be known as thermodynamics.  Different skins were used, different sizes experimented with, and different sports applications were enjoyed (from the “futbawe” to the “golf” first outlawed by James II).  Just before the 15th century, the “Hairy” from the Roman days of yore was replaced with an upgrade – the “Featherie.”

Introduced in 1618, the Featherie was made by stuffing wet feathers (preferably goose) into an also-wet pouch of leather (usually cow- or horse-hide), measuring about an inch-and-a-half in diameter.  Then left out to dry in the sun, the feathers inside would expand while the leather outside contracted (thermodynamics!).  Then, the ball would be painted and stamped with the Maker’s Mark.  This yielded a ball that was quite stiff and reasonably round.  This allowed for a softer and more controlled stroke during stick-and-ball games; balls played with foot and hand remained stuffed with cow hair for some time.  The Featherie would remain the single greatest evolution of the golf ball for the next two-and-a-half centuries.

The standard unit for stuffing a Featherie was considered a single top hat's worth of feathers.  Hats off to you, sir.


The Featherie was actually extremely expensive to make, and became the first historical example of economic exclusivity in the sport itself.  The price of a ball could actually exceed the price of a club...apply that to modern playability and your decision to take the safe shot!  In this day and age, conservative play was a matter of economics rather than end-of-day score, as a shot in the drink could put you out of the game for a considerable time.

An example of a John Gourlay Featherie from the 18th century; made in Scotland and recently sold at auction for £5,000 (!!!).  These balls would have sold for 5 shillings each, or about $65 per ball in today's money (ALSO !!!).


One of the side effects of using such a malleable ball was that the Featheries would become dented, scratched, and oblong after extended use.  It was cheaper to re-stuff and re-stitch an existing hide that was already scarred and scuffed than to make a new one, so a side-industry came about – Featherie Refurbishment.  Notable makers and refurbishers in the 17th century were Andrew Dickson, Leith and Henry Mills, and St. Andrews.  And so, in this process of pocket-pinching sustainability, an accidental discovery was made:

Although the ball needed to remain as spherical as possible to have the best carry in the air and roll on the ground, the scratches and dents actually improved ball flight and control.
Fast forward two centuries.

In 1848, Reverend Adam Peterson of St. Andrews introduced the Gutta Percha, or “Guttie.”  As the Industrial Revolution continued during this Pre-Victorian era, methods of production changed across the globe and shifted the resources used in that same production; this new type of golf ball was formed from the rubber sap of the Gutta tree found in the tropics of the world.  Trade routes were established and secured to solidify access to similar products.  Along with the Industrial Revolution came the Railroad, which not only changed the method of transportation across the world much in the same way that travel by horse had done millennia before, but also directly contributed to the spread of golf and the ease of manufacture of equipment.

The new Guttie could be made for a fraction of the price of the long-reigning Featherie; not only was the initial investment cheaper, but when it came to refurbishing, the ball could simply be re-heated and re-shaped in a mold.  Thanks to the advances in production, Golf crossed backwards across the economic boundaries of luxury and disposable income, and became again available to the Everyman.
But, there was a catch.

The Gutties still did not travel as far as the Featheries, and did not represent the same level of control. To mitigate these factors, producers began to deliberately score and shape their molds for the Gutties to better simulate the scratches and dents found on long-lived Featheries.  The Maker’s Mark of Allan Robertson was most prevalent during this period, and by the 1880-90’s, shape-molding Gutties was a standard in the industry.  By the time Dunlop came in to become the major mass-production engine right before the turn of the century, the hand-crafted ball industry had been essentially killed.

Examples of molded Gutties, including wear-and-tear.


The pattern during this transitional period that found most popularity was the “Bramble,” which today can only be found at special-interest mini-golf courses or “aqua ranges” as floating balls (although developments in the 20th century would find the latter floating balls able to be manufactured with the more traditional modern dimples).

Today, you'd likely only find the Bramble at Scottie's Indoor Putt-Putt.


In 1898, Coburn Haskell accidentally made another change by introducing a golf ball with a core made from a single piece of rubber; when waiting at the B.F. Goodwrench factory to be received by Bertram Work for a lunch date, he began to play with idle and unattended machines on the factory floor.  The core for that ball was wound with rubber threads (the winding process developed by W. Millison) and encased in a tight leather wrap, and by 1901, the “Haskell” became universally accepted as the ball to use for play.  Not only was it affordable and reproducible on a mass scale, it had effectively demolished the competition in the British and US Opens for three years running.

The kid points out the absurd price of $6 per dozen...today, that is equivalent to $163.47!!  Well, I guess it's still better than $65 per ball... 


At this point, the production method had been solidly established, and the new realm of exploration became what patterns would be imprinted into the surface.  In 1905, William Taylor developed the dimple pattern that is still the standard today, maximizing lift and minimizing drag.



There were also experimentations with the core of the Haskell; as it was air-injected rubber, it had the tendency to explode upon impact after long-time exposure to higher temperatures…imagine teeing off in the US Open with the leading score going into the third round only to have your ball explode off of the tee!

In Hawaii, "aloha" means hello AND goodbye.


Other manufacturers would experiment with the core throughout the 20th century, using cork, various metals, and even mercury; but the first significant improvement on the design wouldn’t occur until 1972, when Spalding introduced the two-piece “Executive,” which was itself an evolution of a ball patent purchased in 1967 from Jim Bartsch (this patent revised construction of the skin of the ball, switching to an artificial resin developed by du Pont named Suralyn).  Bartsch’s original design was sound, but could only be realized by Spalding’s chemical engineering team to remove the need for previously used layers with their new resin formulae.

Even through today, all innovations on the Executive are simply variations of the dimples patterns on the surface and the makeup of the core, to maximize airflow and compression upon the stroke of impact.

Examples of the different cores of golf balls throughout the 20th century.


Even though the technological imperatives didn’t change until the late 20th century, regulatory bodies had been establishing standards for balls in professional play since the 1920’s.  Both the Royal & Ancient Golf Club os St. Andrews and the United States Golf Association agreed that any ball approved for regulation play would weigh no more than 1.62 ounces and have a diameter of no more than 1.62 inches.  In 1931, the USGA broke away from this agreement to introduce the “Big Ball,” which raised the diameter to 1.68 inches, but lowered the weight to 1.55 ounces.  Less than a full tournament year later, they raised that weight to the previous limit of 1.62 ounces.  In subsequent years, all attempts to arrive at a compromise diameter of 1.66 inches failed. It took an official stance from the Professional Golfer’s Association of Britain that insisted the American dominance of the sport was directly due to the standards of the size; in 1968 they established that they would be experimenting with the larger balls.  By 1974, not only had all three organizations established the Big Ball as the standard, but made it and only it the mandatory ball to be used…the smaller sizes of yore were outlawed altogether by 1988.

Of COURSE we Americans wanted it bigger...


Very few changes have been made since then, and most of them are proprietary secrets among the ball designers and developers.  Looking at patents for future balls that haven’t yet hit the market, we can see that very complex mathematics are beginning to be incorporated into design.  The amount of geometry, aerodynamics, and general science that are going into the “ball of the future,” are astounding, and one would have to have a PhD to understand the complexities involved.  In fact, most of the designers listed on the patents actually have PhD’s in physics.

Yes.  I understand all of this.

There are plans to incorporate GPS tags into balls, gyroscopic stabilizers that float inside the ball even while it spins at hundreds of RPM’s as it traverses through the air.  Think of the technology that already exists in televised broadcasts to track a ball in flight and overlay that flight path live as the competition is being sent out to the world.  Now think about how that visualization would change if the Golf Channel had access to all of the GPS coordinates for each competitor’s ball on file while filming the event…how would that change the passive act of watching professional golf?



All in all, the history of the golf ball is incredible.  It crosses borders, cultures, economic boundaries, and practices of industry and trade.  Few sports can trace one of its simple elements back 2,000 years across Legionnaires, shepherds, local lords, and captains of industry…but this deceptively devilish game that so frustrates and rewards us can.

Behold...the Ball of Tomorrow.

Who knows exactly what the future of the golf ball will look like?  It’s a sure bet that the sport will last another 2,000 years, and future writers will be able to write articles just like this about the next phase of the evolution of the golf ball.

Monday, November 7, 2016

Drive For Show, Putt for Dough.

Everybody buckle in, I’m about to tell you something that we all already know, and have heard a million times.

Are you ready?

Here it is.

Drive for show, putt for dough!

I warned you…I did warn you.

We all intrinsically understand this age-old maxim, even though most of us don’t spend much time thinking about it ahead of time.  You know what I’m talking about – you get on the course, you strike out two solid bags of balls onto the driving range, you loosen up practicing your putting while waiting in line for the Starter to call out your name…

…and then as soon as you get on the #1 teebox, you completely forget about putting.


Feels good...feels good.......nope, it's in the woods.  Two off the first! 


Maybe your personal casual rules allow for “two off the first tee” – with the heavily-leaned-on addendum: “…if needed (and it will be your golfmates who ultimately tell you whether it is needed or not…you know the drill).”  Maybe your personal serious play involves playing every single shot as it lies…no matter what.  All of these personal inclinations and degrees of severity aside, the simple truth always remains the same:

As soon as you tee off, putting is the furthest thing from your mind.

And we all know how that first hole goes, too.  Your best friend and/or your regular golfmate and/or the guy that the Starter paired you off with all play slightly differently.  One of you shanks into the woods, just ‘cus your swing speed was a little too high in your zeal to get to the short clubs.  One of you drives it clear down the center, with a backswing smooth as butter.  One of you takes a more strategic play and lays up into an area that is primed for a precision strike towards the hole, emboldened from your experience with the course.

And none of that is a problem, because you know that your own game is your own game, and your own game is in your head – after all, the game is 50% physical and 90% mental.  Sir Shanks-a-lot makes a brilliant recovery shot from the woods, and that is okay…his game is his game.  The Straight Shooter slightly flubs the second shot, but is still in good shape, and that is okay…his game is his game.  The Specialist makes the safe shot with accuracy, but is still a long way out from the green, and that is okay…his game is his game.

At this point, every one of us is totally within our own minds, in our own headspace, and we’re exclusively focused on the singular process of getting to the dance floor.

And that is totally okay…our game is our game.

And then…the oh-so- satisfying plunk of the ball of our choice – Bridgestone Tour B330, Callaway HEX Diablo, Nike RZN Black, Titleist DT Trusoft, Srixon Q-Star– landing on that immaculately tailored surface.  We can hear the hollow thud of the deck being struck as we roll out to our next future stroke – it doesn’t even matter that we’re not physically close enough to actually hear it, because that sound has played itself in our minds over and over and over for years...we know what that sound sounds like, and we hear it in within our skulls.  We look forward to repairing our divot with our trusty tool as we approach the fruits of our labor and look forward to the next challenge.


Time to put on your dancing shoes.


That’s right, we’ve landed on the green… we can put away everything else, take our glove off, and pull out ye olde Texas Wedge, safe and secure that we won’t be using it to punch through any long stuff.  Now we go into Dancing Mode; the Green has extended its right hand to us, and we we’re ready to grab it with our left and lead in the Tango of the Worthy.

We’re thinking about the undulation of the deck.  We’re thinking about where the sun is in the sky so we can know which way the blades of grass are bending to reach the light and how that will affect our next stroke.  We breathe in and out in metered and practiced movements as we practice our pendulum – some of us both before and after we ever even take a look at our lie.  We’re ready for battle.

Then, invariably, it happens.

We hear the echoing clatter of someone else’s ball bouncing about in the cup.


Fistpump.


Whodunnit?

Sir Shanks-a-lot managed to recover and pierce the heart of the green like it was a dartboard.  Straight Shooter pulled just a little bit, and found himself leaning on his back foot with his sandwedge.  The Specialist played as was his plan, and still has two putts to close out for par.

So, Whodunnit?  Who is the mystery man who plugged the cup and nailed the early par?  We pop our heads up like gophers to see which one of us is pumping his fist in victory.  And, at least in our minds,

It is always the one who least deserved it.

As if to twist the knife after it has already been driven home, the words we all know are coming actually come.

“Drive for show, putt for dough, babeeeee!”

And we breathe deep, and remind ourselves…his game is his game.  Then we close out the hole on our own terms, as much as that is possible.  Congratulations are extended amongst the participants, we shove our short sticks back into their holsters, record our (most-times)honest accounting of the incursion to the unforgiving arbiter of The Scorecard, pull our gloves on tight, and accelerate our cart in such a way that doesn’t spill our beverage from our Styrofoam cup.

We console ourselves with the knowledge (or listen to others actively explain to us) that “the greens weren’t rolling right,” or “did you SEE that ball jump right there on the way to the hole?”  We consistently give in to our own regret and listen to our golfmates’ lamentations of “…if only...”

And we do everything we can on the next teebox to believe that the previous hole never even happened.  This is a new hole.  A new future.  A new chance.

The truth is that we have all been on both the giving and receiving ends of this experience – be it on the first hole or the fourteenth.  We have enjoyed the jubilation when it is our own personal victory, and we have endured the jocular celebration of another that is the equivalent of a Running Back or a Wide Receiver spiking the ball into the End Zone.  Depending on who we are, there a no stakes, low stakes, or high stakes – whether we are our own greatest opponent or we’re playing for drinks at the 19th hole or whether we’re playing a high-dollar game for skins.   In every case, hole by hole, our challenge is the same: we have to not let it go to our heads, and we have to stay within our own game.

And that is the beauty of the sport.  In no other sport are we our own referee.  In no other sport is there an accepted and accredited “par excellence,” to which we strive to both conform and exceed.  In no other sport are we expected to keep track of our own statistics so that we might best understand how we stack up, and where we need to improve.

It is the glory and the pain of the sport known as Golf.




Although we may either from-time-to-time or regularly enjoy the spirit and experience of competition – after all, it is only in the face of competition that we may spread our wings and grow – in the end, it is always Us versus Ourselves.  It is ourselves against ourselves when we are not on the course, and it is ourselves against ourselves when we are on the course.

There is no other truism so absolute in Golf as:

Drive for show, putt for dough.

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