Supercharger509

Ok--Well I won't be golfing against you.  Or I should say---YOU wouldn't be golfing with me!  I've only thought about golf the past 13 yrs.  The first 3 with 1 exception each year, I limited to Par 3 courses with no customers.  My partner, and sometimes her sister (when we played the 18's), were two of the smokingest hotties in that state.  So I stunk, but enjoyed the scenery.

Since then, new state, no babes, but no longer embarassed to get out on a real course.  In fact last fall, I got to golf with Jim Thome.  Purely accidental.  And yes, he's quite good.  My best score ever was that day, and I shot only a 102.  I average about 5 rounds per summer (including a  3 week/month club slot one summer).

Four summers ago, I was in a regular club slot.  A 7:55 AM Saturday tee time.  Same guys usually in front of, and behind us.  The 10th hole on that course has owned me since the first time I played it.  One exception was a day when the crew behind us had only ONE of their regulars.  And the guys (3) in front of us were all different than usual, and really were terrible.  The usual 4-some was in front of the 3-some. We were patient.  The Ranger came by twice to rush us, both times we were waiting to hit our second shots.  The guys in front were holding up everyone.  When the ranger came by a 3rd time, he told us to pick up our balls and move to the next hole.  My buddy blew up and said, why don't you tell those guys in front of us that they need to let a few groups play through before teeing off.  The Ranger told us to not tell him his job.  He wouldn't let us play out of order either.  We refused to pick up.  Anyway, the guys behind us were hitting into us constantly.  This ranger was not the usual guy.

On this ONE and ONLY day, I was OWNED the 10th.  Its a 615 yd par 5 with an almost 90 degree dog to the right about 100 yds from the hole.  BUT - it's down about a 3-5 story drop in elevation during the dogleg.  A huge pond separates the hill from the green.  Its an average sized green, surrounded tightly by woods on all sides (oob) except the pond.  THAT day, I dropped my third shot on the front of the green, and got a real good role.  It was going to be a birdie.    I was standing on the edge of the pond admiring my shot, and for once watching my partners struggle when all the sudden, I got slammed in my left butt cheek.  I was startled and almost stumbled.  Unknown to me, one fo my buddies had just climbed into his cart when his cart got hit by the guys behind us on the 8th hole.  He grabbed the ball that hit me, tossed it in the pond, and then asked us let the guys behind play through--he had to take care of something.  We were worried he was going to insert one of his irons somewhere in the group behind, but he just took off.  While he was gone, the ranger thanked us for letting the folks play through, and maybe we should let the group after them too.  We went ballistic, and pointed to the next tee where the 3-some was screwing around drinking, not playing while the course was empty in front of them.  He told us not to worry about them!  Note: we would have been waiting to tee off if our buddy was back.  I had ended up parring the 10th, missing my easy birdie putt by only an inch or so.  Sorry to ramble so long.  We waited and waited and decided to call it a day.  We bumped into our buddy at the clubhouse, and he was even madder than before.  I didn't know it at the time, but he was a charter member at that club, and none of his contacts were available to speak with.  Even the "Booze Buggy" drivers were fill-ins.  We ended up getting 3 free rounds of play after my buddy finally spoke to the owner the following Monday.  We decided to drop our membership there though and I haven't golfed there since.  We didn't get any apologies, but the free golfing was nice, since it was $ 76 per person each round.