tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921935853428237245.post6410971687910683234..comments2023-11-16T05:28:12.324-05:00Comments on _It Don't Make Sense_: Take This Iron And Shove Itsig94http://www.blogger.com/profile/11460563552989533923noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921935853428237245.post-4346023507564217382017-05-09T21:09:00.709-04:002017-05-09T21:09:00.709-04:00Kid - nothing ruins a nice walk through beautiful ...Kid - nothing ruins a nice walk through beautiful scenery like trying to smack a small, white dimpled sphere into a teacup. Nether the ball nor the teacup give a damn.sig94https://www.blogger.com/profile/11460563552989533923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921935853428237245.post-78396158603616732232017-05-09T21:06:13.357-04:002017-05-09T21:06:13.357-04:00LL - I once gave myself an appendectomy while my F...LL - I once gave myself an appendectomy while my FIL was sitting next to me watching golf. He didn't even look up as I screamed and threw the bloody, distended organ on the coffee table. What is it about golf? I even caddied as a teenager. Carry your clubs for 18 holes in 90 degree summer weather and get $2? Why thank you you miserable ....sig94https://www.blogger.com/profile/11460563552989533923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921935853428237245.post-25953941371517747922017-05-09T20:35:47.198-04:002017-05-09T20:35:47.198-04:00I love to play golf. Heaven to me is golfing spec...I love to play golf. Heaven to me is golfing spectacular courses with a caddie.<br /><br />But damn, thought you were talking about the current Masters champ - Serrrrrrrrrrgio garcia who is a major ass.Kidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05287399775879832602noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921935853428237245.post-53433899731585049302017-05-09T17:23:49.202-04:002017-05-09T17:23:49.202-04:00I'm afraid that I'm in the 'not a golf...I'm afraid that I'm in the 'not a golfer' group as well.<br /><br />HOWEVER, I was invited to a bachelor party at Laughlin, Nevada, right on the Colorado River. Part of the festivities was a golf thing. So I showed up, bought a bucket of range balls, two clubs and a putter, walked up to the course marshall and asked where the first tee was and what the course record was. I used every single range ball on the course, though to be honest, I whacked a number of them at passing boats. Because I'm not a golfer, I missed, but the effort was there. People playing behind me would hit balls up near where I was and I took their balls and used them against the boats as well when the range balls ran out. They (serious golfers who I worked with) were not amused. But I was scary Larry in those days and they excused me because I fired the balls off at the hoity-toity people in their fancy jet boats. That's my golfing story.LLhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05538854359365988863noreply@blogger.com