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Post by Bing© in Buffalo Chairman on Jul 5, 2016 8:30:12 GMT -5
Playing again today...can't wait for the hostility to begin....
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Post by Ff2 on Jul 5, 2016 9:16:38 GMT -5
Playing again today...can't wait for the hostility to begin.... shotgun start. And finish?
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Post by southside on Jul 5, 2016 10:38:31 GMT -5
I played a few weeks ago. There's nothing worse than an impatient asshole. One guy hit towards us by I was told he just hit a really long one... I have no problem setting up and hitting it back at them, Sideways style. Love that scene.
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Post by crossfire on Jul 5, 2016 15:18:11 GMT -5
^^ I was waiting for you to pitch in. As the boss, I can't do anything like that anymore but as an employee, I had a lot of fun. People who pissed us off were taken care of. Being nailed with sprinklers was a common form of revenge. One woman pissed us off one day early in her round. The course wasn't busy so we ran in and got the cup cutter and put some of the most brutal pin placements out there. After she passed through, we changed them back. And nobody was spared. One day, back in the mid-80's, I was in the main office at our club waiting to speak to somebody when I happened to see the list of the donations that each of the members made to the employee Christmas bonuses. I made sure nobody was coming and quickly threw it on the copier. Later, me and the crew sat around out break room later and looked at how much each member gave us. Some of the members were incredibly generous. Others not so much. We remembered who was who. Again, this was back in the 80's. Brent Musburger was a member of the club I worked at and he had just signed what was at the time, the largest contract for a sportscaster in history. His donation was a paltry $25. Not even a dollar for each member of the clubs staff. That next season, for some inexplicable reason, his handicap went up. Balls he swore he hit down the middle on blind holes somehow ended up in the rough. balls he hit into the rough often went behind trees or he was simply unable to find them. Golf can be a tough sport.
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Post by crossfire on Jul 5, 2016 15:25:04 GMT -5
And be nice to your caddie. When I first started, I had no idea how much some caddies cheat. A good tipper would often have a ball that he swore went in the water miraculously end up dry. That looked like they went behind trees would actually end up with a clear shot to the green. I have seen many a caddy use the "foot wedge' to knock a ball much closer to a hole.
I have also seen them take care of bad tippers.
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Post by Chesapeakejet on Jul 5, 2016 16:24:36 GMT -5
I have worked on golf courses for over 30 years so I have a zillion stories. I was working for a Golf Course Superintendent named Frank when I was like 18. It was a private club in Fairfield County. Frank was a great guy and an excellent Superintendent and I learned a lot from him. But he was also a crazy motherfucker. And he knew he was a crazy motherfucker. He usually didn't mow greens but one day we were short staffed so he was out triplexing the greens. (Triplex is a riding mower.) It was a Saturday or Sunday morning and he was mowing the 11th Green, a par five with a pond next to it. I was changing cups and tee markers when I noticed a foursome coming down the fairway. No cart, just caddies. At this point, it's way to early for them to be out so they obviously just decided to jump out on the back 9. Before he started, Frank had taken the pin out and put it off the side of the Green. I see one of the guys is about to hit to the green as Frank was still mowing but I was too far away to warn him. The guy hits one right onto the green and Frank sees it and snaps his head around to look to see who hit it and he is obviously pissed. At this point, I am not moving. The show has begun and I have a front row seat. He keeps mowing and the next next guy hits. Again, he puts it on the green. All four guys hit and every ball lands on the green. My boss never stops mowing. He finishes right after the last guy hits and he walks over, gets the flag and puts it in the cup. Then he walked over and picked up the closest ball and threw it in the pond. The guys start screaming his name. He ignores them and proceeds to pick up the second ball and do the same. The guys begin running toward the green and screaming for him to stop. He does not. He proceeds to pick up the next two balls and deposits them in the pond, hops on the mower and rides off. The four guys just stopped and watched him drive away with a smile on his face. It was hysterical. I thought you were going to say he ran over the balls with the mower. lol
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Post by Chesapeakejet on Jul 5, 2016 16:26:02 GMT -5
So, 2 days ago were out playing golf, me, my younger brother, best friend and his son, we are on a short par 5. I crush one off the tee and I'm furthest. while I'm waiting for the others in the group to hit, this Orange shirt wearing asshole yells ''Hurry up'' from the tee box we just hit from. I let it go. after my ' second shot I'm on the fringe in 2, chipping for an Eagle. As I'm addressing the ball, another golf ball comes flying past my head, and rolls 10 yards past me on the green WE are playing. Fucker never yelled ''Four''. I lost it. I turned, and briskly started the 150 yard walk back to him, swinging my club, requesting that he joins me for a throw down. Everyone nearby stopped and watched this. I'm in a total rage.. ''COME ON MOTHERFUCKER, LETS FUCKING GO IM GUNNA BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF YOU'', etc. As I close the guy is visibly scared. you can see it in someones eyes. He was about my age, maybe a little younger. Small. his friend was old and fat, smoking a cigar. There was another younger guy in their group, along with a women. The guy who hit into me backed off as soon as I was near striking range, and my Brother, to his credit, drove the cart there as I was closing on them and got between me and the other two guys.... He screamed at Orange shirt guy to quickly apologize. He did about 10 times. I reminded him that he could have 1. asked to play thru on the next hole, even though we had to wait for the group ahead of us or 2., atleast yelled four as his ball approached my head. After his most sincere apology I walked back to my ball, chipped on and sank my putt for a Birdie. We never saw those guys again. they played WAY behind us. So, boys and girls, remember to always yell four if youre close to another group. You may have some long haired insane man come after you to call your dumb ass out. Happy 4th. At first I thought the "Orange shirt wearing asshole" was a super. That would be normal on most courses, but in your case that ass was WAYYYYYY out of line. Glad you had'em soil his haggers.
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Post by southparkcpa on Jul 5, 2016 17:18:13 GMT -5
So, 2 days ago were out playing golf, me, my younger brother, best friend and his son, we are on a short par 5. I crush one off the tee and I'm furthest. while I'm waiting for the others in the group to hit, this Orange shirt wearing asshole yells ''Hurry up'' from the tee box we just hit from. I let it go. after my ' second shot I'm on the fringe in 2, chipping for an Eagle. As I'm addressing the ball, another golf ball comes flying past my head, and rolls 10 yards past me on the green WE are playing. Fucker never yelled ''Four''. I lost it. I turned, and briskly started the 150 yard walk back to him, swinging my club, requesting that he joins me for a throw down. Everyone nearby stopped and watched this. I'm in a total rage.. ''COME ON MOTHERFUCKER, LETS FUCKING GO IM GUNNA BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF YOU'', etc. As I close the guy is visibly scared. you can see it in someones eyes. He was about my age, maybe a little younger. Small. his friend was old and fat, smoking a cigar. There was another younger guy in their group, along with a women. The guy who hit into me backed off as soon as I was near striking range, and my Brother, to his credit, drove the cart there as I was closing on them and got between me and the other two guys.... He screamed at Orange shirt guy to quickly apologize. He did about 10 times. I reminded him that he could have 1. asked to play thru on the next hole, even though we had to wait for the group ahead of us or 2., atleast yelled four as his ball approached my head. After his most sincere apology I walked back to my ball, chipped on and sank my putt for a Birdie. We never saw those guys again. they played WAY behind us. So, boys and girls, remember to always yell four if youre close to another group. You may have some long haired insane man come after you to call your dumb ass out. Happy 4th. Join a private club and the riff raff has more class. BTW...its FORE not four.
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Post by southparkcpa on Jul 5, 2016 17:20:28 GMT -5
And be nice to your caddie. When I first started, I had no idea how much some caddies cheat. A good tipper would often have a ball that he swore went in the water miraculously end up dry. That looked like they went behind trees would actually end up with a clear shot to the green. I have seen many a caddy use the "foot wedge' to knock a ball much closer to a hole. I have also seen them take care of bad tippers. Does this crowd look like a caddie crowd? Really?
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Post by Big L on Jul 5, 2016 19:15:03 GMT -5
Don't count that. I was interfered with.
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Post by Chesapeakejet on Jul 6, 2016 12:04:23 GMT -5
Don't count that. I was interfered with. nips
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Post by quantum on Jul 8, 2016 7:47:17 GMT -5
really should ban golf
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Post by leftturn3 on Jul 8, 2016 12:43:45 GMT -5
I have worked on golf courses for over 30 years so I have a zillion stories. I was working for a Golf Course Superintendent named Frank when I was like 18. It was a private club in Fairfield County. Frank was a great guy and an excellent Superintendent and I learned a lot from him. But he was also a crazy motherfucker. And he knew he was a crazy motherfucker. He usually didn't mow greens but one day we were short staffed so he was out triplexing the greens. (Triplex is a riding mower.) It was a Saturday or Sunday morning and he was mowing the 11th Green, a par five with a pond next to it. I was changing cups and tee markers when I noticed a foursome coming down the fairway. No cart, just caddies. At this point, it's way to early for them to be out so they obviously just decided to jump out on the back 9. Before he started, Frank had taken the pin out and put it off the side of the Green. I see one of the guys is about to hit to the green as Frank was still mowing but I was too far away to warn him. The guy hits one right onto the green and Frank sees it and snaps his head around to look to see who hit it and he is obviously pissed. At this point, I am not moving. The show has begun and I have a front row seat. He keeps mowing and the next next guy hits. Again, he puts it on the green. All four guys hit and every ball lands on the green. My boss never stops mowing. He finishes right after the last guy hits and he walks over, gets the flag and puts it in the cup. Then he walked over and picked up the closest ball and threw it in the pond. The guys start screaming his name. He ignores them and proceeds to pick up the second ball and do the same. The guys begin running toward the green and screaming for him to stop. He does not. He proceeds to pick up the next two balls and deposits them in the pond, hops on the mower and rides off. The four guys just stopped and watched him drive away with a smile on his face. It was hysterical. Ok that's it, from this day forward it will be, Anthony, go triplex the yard. What do I tell the kid for the lakes edge where he needs to push mower, is that the ole Duplex?
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Post by Touchable on Jul 8, 2016 12:48:17 GMT -5
Agreed No good comes from that degenerate "sport".
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Post by LoneStarLady on Jul 9, 2016 8:03:45 GMT -5
Some good things come from golf. My mom and dad met on a golf course. No golf, no LSL.
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