Unthinkable
11-21-02, 11:43 AM
It was a sunny Saturday morning on the first hole
of a busy course and I was beginning my pre-shot routine,
visualizing my upcoming shot when a piercing voice came over
the club house loud speaker. "Would the gentleman on the
woman's tee back up to the men's tee please!!"
I could feel every eye on the course looking at me.
I was still deep in my routine, seemingly impervious to
the interruption.
Again the announcement, "Would the MAN on the
WOMAN'S tee kindly back up to the men's tee".
I simply ignored the guy and kept concentrating, when once more, the man yelled: "WOULD THE MAN ON THE WOMAN'S TEE BACK UP TO THE MEN'S TEE, PLEASE!!!"
I Finally stopped, turned, looked through the club house window directly at the person with the microphone,
Cupped my hands and shouted back........
"WOULD THE A**HOLE IN THE CLUB HOUSE KINDLY SHUT
THE F*** UP AND LET ME PLAY MY SECOND SHOT!!!!!"
of a busy course and I was beginning my pre-shot routine,
visualizing my upcoming shot when a piercing voice came over
the club house loud speaker. "Would the gentleman on the
woman's tee back up to the men's tee please!!"
I could feel every eye on the course looking at me.
I was still deep in my routine, seemingly impervious to
the interruption.
Again the announcement, "Would the MAN on the
WOMAN'S tee kindly back up to the men's tee".
I simply ignored the guy and kept concentrating, when once more, the man yelled: "WOULD THE MAN ON THE WOMAN'S TEE BACK UP TO THE MEN'S TEE, PLEASE!!!"
I Finally stopped, turned, looked through the club house window directly at the person with the microphone,
Cupped my hands and shouted back........
"WOULD THE A**HOLE IN THE CLUB HOUSE KINDLY SHUT
THE F*** UP AND LET ME PLAY MY SECOND SHOT!!!!!"