mopar 3 B
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If I have to chase a ball around just to try to beat the hell out of it to chased again. Its just not worth it. Now renting a cart and chasing golfers down "yea".
When the greens have been sprayed, you never lick your balls.
Should you really be licking your balls?
I wouldn't want the "stay at home" orders to ever end...But what if you could?
I was pretty good at Putt-Putt too lol. Was pretty decent at putting just couldn't drive....I have always come under par at every Putt-Putt course I have ever played.
That must have been a great experience.Haven't played this year but will remedy that soon.
You can really learn a lot about someone on the golf course. IF he cheats at golf there's a good chance he'll be a cheat in life. How they handle themselves when things go to $h!t, club thrower or shrugs it off kinda guy. I enjoy the tournament golf myself, played on the Golf channel Am.Tour for a year, was a great experience. Played 13 tournaments, won 4 and came in second 7 times (kinda know how Phil feels about all the times he was runner up to Tiger). Missed local qualifying for the 2007 US Senior Open regional by a stroke. But what better way to spend a few hours walking around in a park like setting with some buddies, drinking beer and taking their money...
That must have been a great experience.
The best weekend of golf ever was a few years ago now...resulted in me winning my first and only ever Club Tournament. It was Easter about 1999...and a 4 day "Best two rounds of Stableford" ..and had a Club trophy attached. I started out on a handicap of 26, as I had only been a Sunday player for 2 years. On the Friday, I shot a massive score (for me) of 82, giving me 48 points, and cost me a few drinks. It was one of those days, I could do virtually nothing wrong (for my ability at that time). Saturday I returned a miserable 30 points - fatigue had set in from the previous day. nevermind, I was still the Clubhouse leader by miles...although some were creeping closer.
Sunday morning arrived, and I tried to concentrate....I had played well all day. One of the local jack-asses came up and started taunting me about my drop-off with the lousy 30 points the day before. My friends said nothing....he (Russell) asked how I was going while we were playing the 15th. I replied "27 points"
He laughed and said..."there goes the trophy"...to which I replied...."On the front 9!" My friends laughed loud.
I went on to shoot a 45 point round, and finish with a combined total of 93 points.....a Club record. Russell said Jack Schitt after that. End of year prize-giving rolls around, and low & behold...that trophy was missing from the cabinet. The previous recipient ( a South African guy) had left the club and kept the actual perpetual trophy. I was awarded a Fountain Pen set.
Been meaning to get myself a little miniature Cup to go with my prized Club Diary with my name in it.....one day.
BTW...my handicap plummeted as a result of that weekend. I finished up on a 20, and after a few more years, made it down to a 10, before children and increased absence from the club set in.
This is hilarious! Gave me a good laugh for today thanks!Kid was trespassing, lucky that old fart didn't wrap a 5 iron around that hooligan's head.
Lesson: don't 7uck with old golfers that can run as fast as you can...LOL