Lighten Up, Francis
Wasn’t until Friday that we decided to book a tee time.
We went for 8 a.m. on Sunday morning, and while none of us were too fired up, we were all thinking about the cold days that are fast approaching.
Thing is, everyone there had the same tee time.
“What is going on?”
It was a shotgun start...
...2 4-somes on each hole. We started on 16, and we were paired with a young guy and a man just a bit older than me.
They were good, and were nice guys...
...until it started to go bad for the older guy. He shanked one.
Then he hooked one into the woods, and a guy, who hadn’t said boo for the first 13 holes let go with a string of obscenities.
Now, we’ve all been there.
Even the best of all golfers have struggled from one hole to the next, but the trick of the sport is to not carry the baggage to the next swing.
The older dude completely lost it, though.
One bad shot led to the next worst shot.
“What the f***k!!!” He screamed after leaving a putt short.
Even though we’d just met him we all tried to encourage him.
On a wide open fairway, he found a tree.
“Son of a bi*ch!! It’s like I’ve never played this f****ng game.”
I laughed.
We were nearly finished.
“Someone is going to take a beating when he gets home,” I said.
And thankfully, for him, the round ended.
I was afraid to shake his hand at the end of the round.
“It was good to play with you,” I said.
He growled.
That was the end of it...
...man, lighten up, Francis.
We went for 8 a.m. on Sunday morning, and while none of us were too fired up, we were all thinking about the cold days that are fast approaching.
Thing is, everyone there had the same tee time.
“What is going on?”
It was a shotgun start...
...2 4-somes on each hole. We started on 16, and we were paired with a young guy and a man just a bit older than me.
They were good, and were nice guys...
...until it started to go bad for the older guy. He shanked one.
Then he hooked one into the woods, and a guy, who hadn’t said boo for the first 13 holes let go with a string of obscenities.
Now, we’ve all been there.
Even the best of all golfers have struggled from one hole to the next, but the trick of the sport is to not carry the baggage to the next swing.
The older dude completely lost it, though.
One bad shot led to the next worst shot.
“What the f***k!!!” He screamed after leaving a putt short.
Even though we’d just met him we all tried to encourage him.
On a wide open fairway, he found a tree.
“Son of a bi*ch!! It’s like I’ve never played this f****ng game.”
I laughed.
We were nearly finished.
“Someone is going to take a beating when he gets home,” I said.
And thankfully, for him, the round ended.
I was afraid to shake his hand at the end of the round.
“It was good to play with you,” I said.
He growled.
That was the end of it...
...man, lighten up, Francis.
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