When you write for an esteemed publication like V8X, you get invited to all sorts of smancy nancy events. Cocktail parties and PR (said "Pee Ah") launches are not my scene, but occasionally an invitation to a 'do' takes my fancy.

One such invitation was to a charity golf day, following the V8 Ultimate at Sandown.

Golf is not really my sport. In fact, unless an activity utilises four wheels and an engine, I don't really consider it a sport.

Golf just scrapes into my criteria, but only if it involves hooning around in a golf cart and being served drinks by scantily clad promotional girls.

So in the week following the V8 Supercar season finale, I rocked up to one of Melbourne's famous sandbelt courses for some glorified putt putt.

When I arrived at the course to register for the charity day, I was told by the organisers that we'd be playing Four-ball Ambrose.

Fantastic, I thought! Marcos is having a round with us.

I didn't realise Marcos played golf, nor had I noticed that he walked a bit funny. But it was a possible explanation for why he's so brave behind the wheel of the Pirtek Falcon.

When I suggested to the day's organisers, that I'd never heard Marcos Ambrose called 'Four-ball' before, they asked me if I'd been taking my medication.

And then it dawned on me. As they explained, Four-ball Ambrose was not the name of a courageous young racing car driver, it was a term for the rules we'd be playing by that day.

Four-ball Ambrose is when a team of four players tee off, and then each player takes their second shot from where the team's best positioned ball lies.

For a few seconds, it all made perfect sense, particularly in light of Marcos's incredible speed in the wet at Sandown's Last Blast.

Having a couple of extra gonads has always been considered to be an unfair advantage for drivers. Not that the scrutineers are ever keen enough to count them, mind you.

Yet when I think about it, it would have been a surprise to see Marcos on the greens. You see, golf is more of an old man's pursuit.

His time is better spent racing, as the big advantage he has, is not an extra couple of goolies, but speed and youthfulness.

With Larry giving retirement serious consideration, and JB getting his marching orders from Briggs, it would have made more sense to see those two blokes sporting the plus-fours.

With the young bucks doing so well at Sandown, the pressure is mounting on the old codgers to swap their race cars for a set of clubs.

In fact, Sandown saw an all 20-something podium, for the first time this year - Todd Kelly, Craig Lowndes and Ambrose. Team owners are now dead keen to jump on the youth bandwagon.

This time last year, if you'd told me that Ambrose would win a round of this year's championship, I would have accused you of being a bunker short of a par five.

If I was one of the old diggers - say Cromley, the Enforcer, or even the Rat - I'd be looking over my shoulder. I'd be living in the gym in an effort to keep up with the kids.

The only other alternative would be to work on the swing and practise the putting, so they've got a pastime to fall back on.

Either way, they're going to have to take on Ambrose - whether it's Marcos or Four-ball.

- Crazy Jason