I was playing on Saturday and the guy in the group ahead was mouthing off. I see him regularly, but have never played with him.
He was cursing his bad shots, getting frustrated etc. sort of in a sad but funny way. Turns out he used to be a decent player 8 or 9 h/c several years ago.
Well one day apparently he just snapped. After finishing his round, he walked into the pro shop seething and asked the pro to sell his clubs. He didn't touch a golf club for 9 years after that. He has only recently gotten back to the game.
Imagine the conversation in the pro-shop.
"Take these mother effing clubs and get me any money you can for them."
"But all the shafts are bent on them, they are probably only worth £5"
"I'll take it you robbing bastard! Now where's the bar. Ima gonna soak me up a bottle of Bushmills before going home to beat up the wife and kids"
"OK, do you want a receipt?"
"Shove it up your arse Mista!"