it was a business tournament, but you can't just show up if you can't play, a Stableford with Scramble format.
at one hole they put up this plaque to honour John Daly.... two of the idiots scoffed at this and asked if they'd get one put up if they did the same
i refrained from saying they couldn't get to that spot with 8 shots.
mention of Lorre is key
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Pussycat, pussycat, I've got flowers And lots of hours to spend time with you So go and powder your cute little pussycat nose
and sorry for the context, but you will have to get used to male nudity at the gym, many men when they turn 60 stop caring any more and you better become a Jerry and not a Kramer or George
at a course being reconstructed for the 14th straight year they made a farce out of a par 4 hole and my drive ended up 6 inches away from the pre-fab "hole"
the other 3 were very excited and i was so grateful it didn't fall in, some day I'll hit a legit one
on my 99th shot of the day I putted uphill from 30 feet too hard and it hit the back of the cup, bounced up about 6 inches and landed right in to break 100
after announcing this was to break 100
maybe James Bond has perfected the technique of holding it back...
it was getting less common for my day, as an RH factor baby it wasn't recommended with the inherent troubles
playing at a course that the PGA often uses, was stuck in a group for a bank tournament with two golfers who couldn't hit the ball 20 yards off a tee using an iron.
every shot they'd go through the motions all over again and mutter to themselves
the only revenge was returning and sandbagging to win some sweet merchandise from the clubhouse, you do that once in life...
North side, east side Little Willy, Willy wears the crown, he's the king around town Dancing, glancing Willy drives them silly with his star shoe shimmy shuffle down