Went to a dog park only once because it was so damn chaotic. Saw a chihuahua get trucked by three labs chasing a tennis ball, none of the two dozen owners that were standing around talking in a circle noticed a thing. Plus it made me think this is what a children’s playground will be like and my testicles freaked out and demanded we get the hell away from there.
Collect all you want, but when I pull up behind you on the tee that ball retriever better go back in the bag. It’s such a problem at my course, guys will spend 10 mins fishing balls out of the pond, totally unaware there’s a group behind them
I agree, sometimes the weather’s so nice I feel like it’s a sin taking a cart, but then there are also days where I’m trying to get in multiple rounds and that requires a cart
Never understood that either. There’s a lot of emphasis put into playing, which I get to a point, because somebody that can’t break 90 probably shouldn’t be teaching, but at the same time I see a lot of good instructors leave the business because they can’t get through the playing exam.
Turn through the ball, if you’re slicing it you’re either coming across the top or not releasing your hands, prob a combo of both. Shorten your backswing, feel the club come from the inside and make a full body turn/release through impact
Touche. I wrote it more to see what other jobs people got pigeonholed into when they brought them up, and to bitch about being introduced as “a golfer” to 3 dozen people over two days when I had to go to an extended family funeral, but my inherent douchiness really got the best of me here
I’ve read so many stories like that. I don’t know why this one feels so different either. I played 9 today and shot well but I couldn’t shake that my practice rounds had lost a little of their value now
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That’s why your state Parks and Wildlife Department categorizes the year into seasons, so you won’t be confused
Whiskey, I shoot whiskey
Went to a dog park only once because it was so damn chaotic. Saw a chihuahua get trucked by three labs chasing a tennis ball, none of the two dozen owners that were standing around talking in a circle noticed a thing. Plus it made me think this is what a children’s playground will be like and my testicles freaked out and demanded we get the hell away from there.
Collect all you want, but when I pull up behind you on the tee that ball retriever better go back in the bag. It’s such a problem at my course, guys will spend 10 mins fishing balls out of the pond, totally unaware there’s a group behind them
I agree, sometimes the weather’s so nice I feel like it’s a sin taking a cart, but then there are also days where I’m trying to get in multiple rounds and that requires a cart
I’ll totally stop throwing my clubs now just because you told me to. Thank anonymous internet guy.
Never understood that either. There’s a lot of emphasis put into playing, which I get to a point, because somebody that can’t break 90 probably shouldn’t be teaching, but at the same time I see a lot of good instructors leave the business because they can’t get through the playing exam.
It’s no Myrtle Beach but we’ve got water hazards you can come explore, just lemme know how much per hole we’re playing for.
I’m sure the “I/…flew once” must be the worst one
Hold onto your hats, got another fresh advice column in the works
Turn through the ball, if you’re slicing it you’re either coming across the top or not releasing your hands, prob a combo of both. Shorten your backswing, feel the club come from the inside and make a full body turn/release through impact
Dove right now, later in the year whitetail and quail. Like to get out for some waterfowl but don’t have a place
Touche. I wrote it more to see what other jobs people got pigeonholed into when they brought them up, and to bitch about being introduced as “a golfer” to 3 dozen people over two days when I had to go to an extended family funeral, but my inherent douchiness really got the best of me here
*Every column they’ve published has been golf. I’ve submitted stuff outside that realm but they haven’t bit on it yet
No snacks, you get snacks at your meetings?
Actually she’s a mid 50’s obese accountant divorcee that blames the imperfections in her life on the existence of men
I’ve read so many stories like that. I don’t know why this one feels so different either. I played 9 today and shot well but I couldn’t shake that my practice rounds had lost a little of their value now
Poignant words. Such a reminder to find joy in everything we do. Great stuff.
Easier to hide the multitude of medical devices attached to her and keeping her alive in a 4x jacket
Checked out his stuff, I will admit he’s doing the name Brian a better service than I am