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If Golf Carts Could Talk…or Scream

December 16, 2009 | By Greg D'Andrea | 1 Comment

Demolished Golf Cart (photo by Jeff / CC BY 2.0)
Demolished Golf Cart (photo by Jeff / CC BY 2.0)

Oh the abuse golf carts take. It’s as if we could care less that these things aren’t our property. We put our muddy golf shoes all over the cup holders and drive them like Kawasaki ATV’s – through the woods and down steep hills like we’re in some off-road relay race.

In fact, the golfers that recently provoked a Canadian judge to order the Happy Gilmore swing illegal also nearly drove their cart into a pond during the same round. Usually (as in the Happy Gilmore case) the abuse ensues after a bit of drinking and driving on the course. For example, my friend Dave tells a great story about a twosome he was paired-up with during a golf tournament one time:

Four of us were supposed to play [but] two of the guys canceled so my friend asked if I minded if he invited some “drinking” friends to come along. It was hard for them to secure the full-size cooler in the little basket on the cart – but they managed and after about 8 holes they were both completely lit. There’s a hole on the back where the rear of the green slopes down. In an effort to save time, they tried to circle around the back of the green with the cart floored (Yes, all 5 horsepower). The angle was too much and the cart rolled onto the roof amidst screams and a shower of beer cans from the cooler – some of which exploded on contact. It took the 4 of us to get the cart back on its wheels. After the round, we dropped the cart off and got the hell out of there. As I was leaving the parking lot, I could see the grass stains on the roof of the cart!

A quick YouTube search will provide similar antics caught on tape. But drinking isn’t always the cause. Some years ago, my friend Tom and I were driving our carts up to the tee on the 15th hole of a public course completely sober. This particular hole’s tee box is elevated slightly and, I’m not sure why, but Tom decided to park the cart just below the tee box. Also, he backed in, so the front of the cart was facing the fairway (I guess to make a quick getaway).

Needless to say, Tom hauled-off and ripped a line drive that had uncanny sinking action. The ball headed right for the middle of the cart like a dart for the bulls eye, perfectly split our two golf bags, and then, as if in slow motion, careened through the Plexiglas windshield to leave a softball-sized hole in its wake. Did he do it on purpose? No. But did he want to pay for the windshield? Hell no. We finished our round, parked the cart back at the clubhouse among all the others, and high-tailed it out of there.

Whether you’re inebriated or not, it appears the sight of a golf cart conjures up the urge to conduct shenanigans – especially for men – drunk men more so. As if the golf cart was our own personal go-kart in which all responsibility goes out the window when we get behind the wheel. As Stinky Golfer Chris referenced in a previous post, a 2008 study by the University of Alabama at Birmingham found that around 1,000 Americans a month are injured in golf cart accidents. One thousand!

A person associated with the study reported: “A lot of people perceive golf carts as little more than toys, but our findings suggest they can be quite dangerous.” This statement hits my earlier point – whether you plan on acting like an ass in a golf cart or not, it seems people look at golf carts as benign toys – they’re there to have fun.

But beware. Courses can and will prosecute you if they have your name and can tie you to the cart (for example, if they make you sign the typical rental agreement before giving you the key). The likelihood of prosecution depends on the amount of damage done, but it has happened.

In the meantime, feel free to share your own stories of golf cart high-jinks by commenting below (commenting as “anonymous” is understandable).

Filed Under: Stinky Golfer Paradise Tagged With: golf buggy, golf cart, golfstinks, happy gilmore, kawasaki

Golf and A Wife: A Tale of Three Women In One (Part 3)

November 30, 2009 | By Chris Chirico | 3 Comments

Picture the scene: It’s a spectacular Saturday morning. The sun is shining brightly, barely a cloud in the sky. It’s warm, but there’s a gentle breeze blowing making the temperature feel about as comfortable as it can get – warm enough for short-sleeves and shorts, but not so warm that you’ll be sweating like a hog by the 8th hole.

It’s the nicest day of the year by far. It’s the perfect day for golf. Your clubs are clean and shiny, new spikes in the shoes, no sore muscles. You’re all dressed and ready to go. You’re just about to head out the door for another wonderful day on the course. And then it happens.

Have your ears deceived you? No. You heard it exactly right. Your wife just said “Maybe I’ll come with you?” As if she was a Jeopardy contestant, she stated it in the form of a question. But you already know…that was no question. Nope. She just told you she’s going with you.

People always say “It’s not what you say, but how you say it.” Normally that’s true. But not in this case. In this case, it’s both. It’s what she said AND how she said it. But not believing your ears, you ask for confirmation anyway. I mean, it’s possible she said something else and you misunderstood right? Maybe she said something that just sounded like it. Maybe she said “Who’s going with you?” or “I think I’ll wear blue.” or “Hey honey, why don’t you stay out as long as you would like, play golf for a while, drink beer and smoke cigars with your friends and come home whenever you feel like it?” It’s possible. So you give it a shot – “What’s that babe? I couldn’t quite hear you over the sound of my clubs rattling in the bag.” But it’s worse the second time. Now it’s like the scenes from the movies where everything slows down and the voice drops to that deep bass tone, like a 78 RPM record being played at 33 1/3. “I…said…, maybe…I’ll…come…with…you.” You cringe. Now what?

The kicker for me is, my wife doesn’t play golf. Doesn’t care about it, doesn’t want to know about it. She couldn’t tell you the difference between a putter and a bogey. But what she does know is it’s a nice day and the golf course is a great place to relax, have a drink and get some sun without having to put on a bathing suit and get sand in her shoes.

Now I’ve taken my wife to the range before. It was a sight, for lack of a better term. Handing her a club was like handing a cell phone to my grandmother. Some things are better left in the hands of others. I’m no PGA pro and I sure as hell shouldn’t be teaching anyone the proper mechanics of the golf swing. But I do know the basics. I tried to pass those basics along to her, but it was no use. You ever see a baby just learning how to walk? It’s walking into things and falling down and you can’t help but to laugh. Picture that baby with a golf club in one hand, completely throwing off it’s balance even further, and a glass of Jack Daniels in the other. It was like that. But less graceful.

So why on earth does she want to come with me? She’s not going to play. She’s going to be bored out of her mind. And she couldn’t care less about the conversation going on between my friends and I. As a matter of fact, she’d probably be offended, or even repulsed by it! But for some reason, she wants to come.

But I think I know what it is. I think I might know why she wants to come. And better yet, I think I know how to fend her off. So I’m going to take a shot at it. Here I go…

“But honey, we’re not taking a cart. It’s such a beautiful day, we’re going to walk the course.” She responds “Walk?! Forget it. I’ll go shopping instead.” It worked! She just wanted to ride in the cart! I try to tell her that it’s not all that much fun, but those guys on Jackass sure do make it look like a better time than it is.

When we get to the course, I tell the guys about what happened at home and how my wife almost showed up with us. We all had a good laugh before we strapped our bags to the back of the carts and drove-off to the first tee.

So there you have it. The final chapter of the tale of my three wives in one. Fellas, if your wife is anything like mine, then I hope I’ve helped you to understand that you are not alone. Maybe I’ve even provided some insight somehow. However, if your wife is nothing like this, then I at least hope I have provided you with some type of entertainment at my own expense. If this is the case…you’re welcome.

Filed Under: Golf Life Tagged With: beer, bogey, cigar, driving range, golf cart, golf swing, putter, wife

How Dangerous Can Golf Be?

October 17, 2009 | By Chris Chirico | 3 Comments

A real life Chubbs Petersen. How many times have we heard that in the past week? Some poor guy gets half his arm bitten off by a gator and no one feels bad for him. All we can do is make jokes and call him “Chubbs.” Well, I think it’s time we said enough is enough and realize this guy could have been killed. But I’ll get to that right after this joke:

This guy is staying at a tropical resort and decides to head out to the club course. He’s set-up with a caddy that carries the bag over one shoulder and a rifle over the other. Feeling a little nervous upon the site of the gun, he hooks his first shot into the rough. When he went to take his second shot, an alligator charged him. But right away, the caddy shot and killed the gator.

On the second hole, the drive again headed into the rough. While setting up for his next shot, another gator comes out of the water. Again, the caddy shoots and kills the gator.

On the third hole, the shot lands in a muddy area right next to a sleeping gator. The guy looks at the caddy who still has the rifle over his shoulder. The golfer says “Aren’t you going to shoot that gator?” The caddy shakes his head and says “No extra shots on a par-3.”

From what I understand this happened on a par-4, so was he not using the right caddy?

But seriously, I have played golf in South Carolina (Hilton Head specifically) and have whacked my ball to within fifteen feet of some relatively large gators. It’s nerve-racking, but I walked up and hit my ball anyway. In hindsight, it probably wasn’t the safest thing to do, but I didn’t have a rule-book with me and didn’t know if I would have to take a stroke or not if I left it there. Not wanting to risk a stroke, I risked my life instead. Ahh to be young and stupid again…

Although gator attacks on humans are very rare, there are many other accidents which occur on golf courses throughout the country, many on a regular basis and some fatal. As a matter of fact, according to a 2008 University of Alabama report, throughout the United States there are slightly over 1,000 golf-cart related injuries per month! I’m sure anyone who has ever driven a golf cart, recklessly or not, can imagine some of the accidents which can, and do, occur. For instance, back in August of this year, a 46-year old TD Bank executive fell from a moving cart on a New Jersey course and died of head trauma.

Considering the amount of golf-cart related injuries, according to a study by E.G. Kelly, most are not fatal. In his study, “Major Injuries Occurring During Use of a Golf Cart,” only 4 of the 111 cases studied resulted in a fatality. However, golf-cart injuries are only part of the story. Freak accidents occur almost as often.

Less than two weeks ago, a 61-year old Texas man was killed when he fell head-first down an embankment while attempting to retrieve a ball.

In Scotland, a 66-year old woman was killed when she was struck in the head by a golf ball. What makes this story more disturbing is, according to some reports, the ball that struck her was hit by her playing partner…from the teebox…which both players were standing at the time! Obviously the ball was mis-hit at just the right (or wrong) angle.

One of the more publicized accidents occurred back in 2005. A man was teeing-off and could see his father about 150 yards down the fairway hiding behind a tree. The ball just happened to ricochet off of a branch on that very tree and hit his father in the back of the neck. A few minutes later his father collapsed. He died the next day of a cerebral hemorrhage (this story was featured on a 2009 Golf Channel episode of Golf in America).

These are just a few examples, and many more can be found just by doing a simple internet search. Like most accidents, many can be prevented by simply paying attention to your surroundings and using better judgment. And for goodness sake, if you’re playing in South Carolina and your ball goes in the water…just leave it there.

Filed Under: Golf Life Tagged With: alligator, Chubbs Petersen, golf accident, golf cart, golf joke, golf safety

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