- Aug 26, 2004
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What a cluster****.
This happened last monday. I did a quick install and was done by 10:00...POOF! off to the course.
I cruised buy an 18 hole par three near my house and it was loaded with old women...ok...off the the next place, a run down 18 hole spot about 30 minutes away.
I get there, I am playing alone...walking. I get to the first tee and see a husband/wife pair doddering along...."I'm not hanging behind them all day" sez I.
So I have a look at 10 and it's clear...cool!
I set up, hit me tee shot and suddenly 2 guy's that were on 9 but had gone into the poor excuse for a clubhouse, came back....we nodded (they glared). I proceed down the fairway to my ball......This is when the lawnmowerman shows up. Long story, short he screams at me over the roar of the tractor to let the 2 shmoes play through....fine, no problem, I wave them on (why this is a good idea is beyond me, I'm a single, they have to wait maybe a minute for my scond shot and we are good to go).
They play through, I set up to hit my second shot and the group that had raced from 9 to ten actually whistled at me to let them play through as well.....now I'm getting fecking pissed off...3 clowns who for some reason could not wait and preferrd to have me breathing down their necks but didn't care.
I actually did pressure these twits for nine holes....loads of waiting, loads of practice putts and swings on the tee (bastards).
OK, so I FINALLY get back to 1...played ok but caught up to the mower guy again on number 4, he was cutting the fairway rough and followed me for 4 FECKING holes! He stopped to watch me shank a few, literally 10 feet away with an old Ford tractor farting diesel in my face.
I tried sprinting, I tried to hit him, no matter what he matched my speed.
Know you guy's know me as well as you can and I NEVER lose my temper....but boy I came real close, it was hot and this prick would not take the hint.
I finished up, went into the clubhouse, grabbed a beer and told the guy at the desk what happened and that the lawnmowerman was buying this one.
You can't make it up!
This happened last monday. I did a quick install and was done by 10:00...POOF! off to the course.
I cruised buy an 18 hole par three near my house and it was loaded with old women...ok...off the the next place, a run down 18 hole spot about 30 minutes away.
I get there, I am playing alone...walking. I get to the first tee and see a husband/wife pair doddering along...."I'm not hanging behind them all day" sez I.
So I have a look at 10 and it's clear...cool!
I set up, hit me tee shot and suddenly 2 guy's that were on 9 but had gone into the poor excuse for a clubhouse, came back....we nodded (they glared). I proceed down the fairway to my ball......This is when the lawnmowerman shows up. Long story, short he screams at me over the roar of the tractor to let the 2 shmoes play through....fine, no problem, I wave them on (why this is a good idea is beyond me, I'm a single, they have to wait maybe a minute for my scond shot and we are good to go).
They play through, I set up to hit my second shot and the group that had raced from 9 to ten actually whistled at me to let them play through as well.....now I'm getting fecking pissed off...3 clowns who for some reason could not wait and preferrd to have me breathing down their necks but didn't care.
I actually did pressure these twits for nine holes....loads of waiting, loads of practice putts and swings on the tee (bastards).
OK, so I FINALLY get back to 1...played ok but caught up to the mower guy again on number 4, he was cutting the fairway rough and followed me for 4 FECKING holes! He stopped to watch me shank a few, literally 10 feet away with an old Ford tractor farting diesel in my face.
I tried sprinting, I tried to hit him, no matter what he matched my speed.
Know you guy's know me as well as you can and I NEVER lose my temper....but boy I came real close, it was hot and this prick would not take the hint.
I finished up, went into the clubhouse, grabbed a beer and told the guy at the desk what happened and that the lawnmowerman was buying this one.
You can't make it up!