ONLY A GOLFER WOULD UNDERSTAND THIS STORY
It was a sunny morning, a little before 8:00a.m., on the first hole of a busy course, and I was beginning my pre-shot routine, visualizing my coming shot with a few practice swings 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!'
Finally I Stopped, Turned, Cupped my hands and shouted back...
'Would the a$$hole with the microphone kindly keep quiet and let me play my second shot!"
It was a sunny morning, a little before 8:00a.m., on the first hole of a busy course, and I was beginning my pre-shot routine, visualizing my coming shot with a few practice swings when a piercing voice came over the club house loud speaker, 'Would the gentleman on the woman's tee back up to the men's tee please!'
I could feel every eye on the course looking at me. I was still deep in my routine, seemingly impervious to the interruption.
Again the announcement, 'Would the man on the woman's tee kindly back up to the men's tee.'
I simply ignored the guy and kept concentrating, when once more, the man yelled, 'Would the man on the woman's tee back up to the men's tee, please!'
Finally I Stopped, Turned, Cupped my hands and shouted back...
'Would the a$$hole with the microphone kindly keep quiet and let me play my second shot!"