Rhetorical question for most of us here, as we all seem to be totally hooked on it, but........is golf really fun for most of us?
I'm talking about real golf, actually playing a complete 18 holes of golf, not just hitting the ball around on the range.
I know that when I need to relieve some stress, one of the best ways for me is to go to the range and beat a bucket or two of balls. When I am done, I am tired and sweaty and my mind is much clearer.
Playing a round of golf, on the other hand, leaves me more frustrated than when I started. Poor shots, missed putts, and above all, the aggravating influences of other people, seem to be robbing me of the joy I once got out of the game.
Yesterday, I got so angry that I actually walked (well, drove) off the course after 9 holes. Not angry at my game, as I wasn't playing that badly, but at other people.
I was playing at Ft. Gordon's Gordon Lakes course, a 27 hole Robert Trent Jones design. The course is run by Non-Appropriated Funds, which means they have to break even at least or they will be closed down. So they allow civilians to play there. They have a nice range, carts with GPS, a new clubhouse complete with grill, everything except nice people on the course.
Most of the people that play there are retired military and they act like they own the place. Yesterday, the course was crowded, and my group was keeping pace with the 4some in front of us, who was keeping pace with the 4some in front of them, etc, etc. On #6, a guy drove up from behind us to ask why we didn't let them play through!! This jackoff had his name on his bag :biglol: (Chuck Winters, wherever you are, you're a dick) so I guess he thought he was a pro. We told him there was no way we could as the course was backed up all the way. On #9, the marshall showed up and asked us what our problem was!
That's when I completely lost it. Must have been the heat. I'll admit that I went off on the guy. Then I got in my cart, drove to the clubhouse, found the manager, and went off on him, too.
Then I put my sticks in my car, and drove to a range where I could beat balls without being aggravated.
I think I will be playing much less golf in the future.
I'm talking about real golf, actually playing a complete 18 holes of golf, not just hitting the ball around on the range.
I know that when I need to relieve some stress, one of the best ways for me is to go to the range and beat a bucket or two of balls. When I am done, I am tired and sweaty and my mind is much clearer.
Playing a round of golf, on the other hand, leaves me more frustrated than when I started. Poor shots, missed putts, and above all, the aggravating influences of other people, seem to be robbing me of the joy I once got out of the game.
Yesterday, I got so angry that I actually walked (well, drove) off the course after 9 holes. Not angry at my game, as I wasn't playing that badly, but at other people.
I was playing at Ft. Gordon's Gordon Lakes course, a 27 hole Robert Trent Jones design. The course is run by Non-Appropriated Funds, which means they have to break even at least or they will be closed down. So they allow civilians to play there. They have a nice range, carts with GPS, a new clubhouse complete with grill, everything except nice people on the course.
Most of the people that play there are retired military and they act like they own the place. Yesterday, the course was crowded, and my group was keeping pace with the 4some in front of us, who was keeping pace with the 4some in front of them, etc, etc. On #6, a guy drove up from behind us to ask why we didn't let them play through!! This jackoff had his name on his bag :biglol: (Chuck Winters, wherever you are, you're a dick) so I guess he thought he was a pro. We told him there was no way we could as the course was backed up all the way. On #9, the marshall showed up and asked us what our problem was!
That's when I completely lost it. Must have been the heat. I'll admit that I went off on the guy. Then I got in my cart, drove to the clubhouse, found the manager, and went off on him, too.
Then I put my sticks in my car, and drove to a range where I could beat balls without being aggravated.
I think I will be playing much less golf in the future.