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Reputation:91
Level:All-Star
Since:Apr 20, 2008
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hey IndyGoBlue,
I was wondering if you lived in MN cuase you played at a course at Lake of the Woods.
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Reputation:93
Level:All-Star
Since:Dec 17, 2007
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I personally do not have many stories to add. Just a few club smashes on the turf. My father on the other hand is famous for punching the steering wheel of the golf cart and "Hammer Throwing" his driver. He should be recognized by the Olmpic Committee. We were at an outing in the Fall of 2005 here on Long Island. We arrive at the 3rd tee box and a slight breeze blows a brand new Taylor Made Burner Driver out of the tree and right in front of me. I pick it up, put it in my bag, and continue with my round. A few holes later we find a driver broken in half neatly placed in a garbage can. Upon finishing the 18th hole, I proceed to the clubhouse to turn in the club that i had found on Hole # 2 or 3. I went back to the course a few weeks later to see if it was claimed by anyone.It was not. When I turned in the club, I left my name and number with the proshop. They awarded me the club.. Funny thing is.. I couldn't hit the damn thing either!!!
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Reputation:96
Level:Superstar
Since:Aug 19, 2007
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Since I don't have a good story about me, I'll tell about my husband's Craziest anger reaction.
He was in the Red Hawk tourny's finals, which he had never made before. He was so excited. As he came out of the club house, he missed the bottom step, fell and hit his ribs on a 6in concrete drainage curb. He jumped up, embarrassed and mad for missing the step. He played 18, in PAIN, placed 4th. He then went to ER to find out that he had three broken ribs. Couldn't play for six weeks, doctors orders.
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Reputation:97
Level:Superstar
Since:Jan 10, 2007
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ILG,
Ouch!!! I played 18 with bruised ribs one time, and I was miserable for a few days after. Since then I try to play somewhat healthy.
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Reputation:97
Level:Superstar
Since:Jan 10, 2007
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Played today. One of the guys in the foursome was disgusted with how he was scoring, so he started making up numbers, counting some shots, and not others, hitting some again without counting the stroke, I, in a very friendly manner, asked him what he had on a hole that I counted an 8, and he said 5. Next hole another guy counted a 7 and again he said he had 5. When the guy riding with him said something about "creative" score keeping he got out of the cart and came over to our cart and proceded to put XXXXXXX through his entire score line. He then stops talking the rest of the round and even when having "beverages" after the round. Not funny, but really scary crazy!!!!
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Reputation:97
Level:Superstar
Since:Mar 17, 2007
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2 for ya first in our tues. league my partner misses a putt after butcher'in up a hole thows his ball in the air swings his putter like a baseball bat...ball hits hosel snaps putter head off ...head goes farther than ball 2. my beloved brother also in tues. nite league used to be greenskeeper he was a scratch player for awhile but bad attitude i would love to have his mishits.....but anyway he gets done with his match loses takes all his irons altogether at once and snaps em over his knee i was rollin ....he just threw out the butts got new shafts and redid it himself.......lol ... some great stories here peace the "Krak"
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Reputation:97
Level:Superstar
Since:Jan 10, 2007
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Krak
I had a friend miss a putt for a win league, pick his clubs up, and start spinning until all the clubs flew out of his bag and he fell on his butt. Without a word he gathers his clubs, and goes to his car and leaves. We had a bunch of guys sitting outside at the 19th hole outside tables laughing our butts off.
There have been some good stories, hope they keep coming!
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Reputation:96
Level:Superstar
Since:Mar 12, 2007
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Not an angry reaction but still a funny story, IMO. April 1.. my buddy Ken and I had decided to have an annual April Fool's Day Tournament. Central Illinois weather is quite variable that time of year; in '88 it was cold and drizzling rain with occasional showers. The regular courses were closed so we decided to play at the Par 3 south of town.
I had a rainsuit but it wasn't very effective and my back was pretty soaked by the end of nine. My hands were slick and icy too. I was ready to call it quits but Ken wanted to play 9 more, so I relented.
On the 3d hole, Ken made a truly beautiful shot. He ended up in the classic pose while his ball dropped onto the green, bounced once and died about a foot from the hole. But... in the meantime the club had flown out of his hands and helicoptered off to the left. Ken was so entranced by the shot (combined with cold hands) that he didn't even notice it missing. Finally he stepped down from his pose, realized.. uh, something's missing, and started looking around. I saw the direction the club took off and we found it in a nearby tree, stuck about 15-20 feet up in some branches.
We used a ball grabber but it was a little too short, so Ken started tossing another club up to try and knock the first one down, and sure enough it got stuck. I'm not very tall and weighed maybe 140 back then so he wanted me to climb the tree and get it. Screw you Ken! We were both shivering with cold and soaking wet by then so we decided to give it up. Ken went back the next day and with help retrieved his clubs. That was the end of the Annual April Fool's Day tourney, btw.
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