ONLY A GOLFER WOULD UNDERSTAND THIS STORY
It was a sunny morning, a little before 8.00am, on the first hole of a
busy course, and I was beginning my pre-shot routine, visualizing my
upcoming shot with a few practice swings when a piercing voice came
over the club house loud speaker,
"Would the gentleman on the woman's tee back up to the men's tee please!"
I could feel every eye on the course looking at me.
I was still deep in my routine, seemingly impervious to the interruption.
Again the announcement, "Would the man on the woman's tee kindly back
up to the men's tee."
I simply ignored the guy and kept concentrating, When once more,the
Man yelled, "Would the man on the woman's tee back up to the men's tee,
please!"
I finally stopped, turned, cupped my hands and shouted back . . . "Would
the a_ _hole with the microphone kindly keep quiet and let me play my second shot!"
It was a sunny morning, a little before 8.00am, on the first hole of a
busy course, and I was beginning my pre-shot routine, visualizing my
upcoming shot with a few practice swings when a piercing voice came
over the club house loud speaker,
"Would the gentleman on the woman's tee back up to the men's tee please!"
I could feel every eye on the course looking at me.
I was still deep in my routine, seemingly impervious to the interruption.
Again the announcement, "Would the man on the woman's tee kindly back
up to the men's tee."
I simply ignored the guy and kept concentrating, When once more,the
Man yelled, "Would the man on the woman's tee back up to the men's tee,
please!"
I finally stopped, turned, cupped my hands and shouted back . . . "Would
the a_ _hole with the microphone kindly keep quiet and let me play my second shot!"
