A Golf Blog for the Rest of Us!
If you grew up in the Northeast and didn’t have the luxury of golfing much in the winter, there was another purpose for our golf courses. Sledding! As a kid, I remember putting together a pro and con list for winter snow storms that looked like this:
As you can clearly see the pros out weigh the cons and sledding ranks highly on the list. As a matter of fact, it ranks #2 just behind no school. Happy sledding!
Hit’em long…yell FORE!!!
I’ll give you a few minutes to go over this picture. Really study it and tell me what’s wrong. I’m sure as you start your analysis your nose will pick up the bulls**t aroma wafting through the air. If you haven’t figured it out yet, it’s the title – “Irons Made Easy!”. When ever are irons easy? I’ll tell you, when you’re not using them, that’s when. Come on Sergio, don’t lie to me…
Hit’em long…yell FORE!!!
Here is an actual sign posted at a golf club in Scotland, UK:
1. BACK STRAIGHT, KNEES BENT.
2. FEET SHOULDER WIDTH APART.
3. FORM A LOOSE GRIP.
4. KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN!
5. STAY OUT OF THE WATER.
6. TRY NOT TO HIT ANYONE.
7. IF YOU ARE TAKING TOO LONG, LET OTHERS GO AHEAD OF YOU.
8. DON’T STAND DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF OTHERS.
9. QUIET PLEASE…WHILE OTHERS ARE PREPARING.
10. DON’T TAKE EXTRA STROKES.WELL DONE… NOW, FLUSH THE URINAL, GO OUTSIDE, AND TEE OFF.
Ah, the belly putter. Throughout generations of golfers and golf fans it has been a lightning rod of controversy. No greater battle between two schools of thought has ever been documented. Families have been divided. Friendships dissolved. Countries have gone to war. World powers have crum….OK, I’m going a little overboard. Actually, I’m going way overboard. As is the heckler getting on Keegan Bradley’s case.
So let me try to understand this. Most people haven’t given much of a crap about the belly putter in the past. It was more of something to poke fun at than anything else. Maybe some hardcore fans look at it differently. But to the average or passing golf fan, we don’t really care. It’s within the rules, so it’s fine.
But now the belly putter will be banned in a few years, so suddenly anybody using one is a cheater. Well, at least according to the heckler. But this reminds me of a similar situation a couple of years back involving Phil Mickelson. Quite simply, if the rules allow it, then it’s not cheating.
Like it or not, the belly putter is a part of the game and, for the time being, it is allowed. So to heckle someone for using it and to call them a cheater is not only rude and uncalled for, but it’s just plain stupid. Now, if Bradley tries to sneak one into a tournament three or four years from now when they are banned, then you can say what you want. But until then, to refer to him as a cheater is insulting. I mean, we’re not talking about a corked bat here. We’re not talking about steroids or PED’s. We’re talking about a golf club that is entirely inside the lines of the golf rule book.
Me personally, I don’t care. If it’s in the rule book, then it’s OK with me. If he’s cheating, then he’s cheating. But that clearly isn’t happening here. So let’s not insult him like he’s doing something he shouldn’t be doing. It certainly isn’t the gentlemanly thing to do.
Swing ’til you’re happy!
I might not be the most organized or the neatest but I try my best to keep my surroundings in order wherever I am. It’s vital to an overall cleanliness for us and the environment. I’m not trying to push any of my views on you, all I’m saying is sloppy golfers piss me off.
If you are somewhat of an obsessive-compulsive and live or work with someone that is not – you will go crazy. Same goes on the course. Why do some people feel the rules put in place by the course do not necessarily apply to them. For instance, that sod bucket on the tee box is not an ashtray.
I realized this sloppiness can actually start before we even get to the course. My buddy (sloppy golfer) decided that he will drive and insisted on picking us up. Fine. When he arrived and we went to put our bags in his trunk, what do you know – trash, debris and dirty laundry filled to the brim. WTF! Dude, clean your car. I’m not putting my bag on top of your dirty drawers and an old Wendy’s bag.
So, I volunteer to sit in the back seat…with my bag. Luckily, the trip was short but the whole time I was in the car my skin was crawling. We arrive, get our stuff together and head to the first tee. Sloppy golfer breaks out a new glove and flings the plastic sleeve it was in landing just short of the garbage can. His reply “Eh, close enough.” I can see the way this day will be going.
The combination of him not replacing his rather large divots, littering, crap falling out of his bag and slamming his putter on the green really tested my patience that day. The beers I had at the 19th hole were so well received after experiencing that. I hope it never happens again…the sloppiness not the beer. Beer is good.
Hit’em long…yell FORE!!!