So I went golfing yesterday afternoon after work. I hadn't gone golfing in over 3 years, and I thought I needed some exercise. Walking a golf course is decent exercise, and it sure beats doing anything else around the house, so I dusted off the the ol' Big Bertha, and went over to White Birch.
Now I don't really consider myself a golfer. I find most golfers pretentious and annoying, but I do have my own clubs, shoes, and pull cart. I paid the $6.50 and went out to the 9 hole course.
Along the way I played decently well. I was hitting irons ok, and couldn't hit a wood to save my life. At the #5 hole I joined an elderly couple for the last few holes. They too hadn't gone golfing in a few years, and as it was the gentleman's birthday, they decided to go out.
I used to get really pissed off when I played when I was younger. I'm talking Happy Gilmore mad. But all that did was make me play worse, now I just say 'to hell with it'. If I make a good shot I just look at it as a chance to make a practice shot from the bunker or fairway.
 | After my first 9 holes, I went to continue and golf it again (as green fees allows you to play the 9 hole twice) and I came across the daily duffer as I call them. The daily duffer is a person who spends all his hard earned money on golf equipment. He has top of the line footjoy shoes, and clothes. This guy had the fanciest pull cart I've ever seen, it had rubber tubeless tires, digital scorekeeper, clock, and all the do-dads. Unlike semi-annual duffers like me, who just swing their 9 iron to loosen up, this guy had a special headless club to warm his muscles. He pulled out a new sleeve of what looked like Top Flite Magnums or something, and stepped up to the tee and managed to hit a Those are the type of golfers I hate, they are annoying and despite the fact that they golf as poorly as I, they think they are Gary Player just because they carry a full set of Gallaway Clubs. |
