Posted by Che | January 13th, 2010
You show up at the golf registration counter with your other golfing buddy, intending to play just two balls (of course, assuming you are playing on weekdays as most clubs do not allow two balls on weekend). After paying your dues, done with all the nitty gritty in the changing room, you then proceed to the 1st tee box and start warming up… looking forward to a great game with your buddy, who you may have not played with for a period of time, or who just could not get off your back every time you want to play.
Just as the flight ahead of you started to T-off, waiting for your turn, you saw another buggy approaching the same tee box, also playing only two balls. Being golfers, you started some conversation just out of courtesy and before you knew it, the two new strangers become your flight mates and you ended up teeing off four balls instead of two.
I have heard this happening before and have even experienced myself before where golfers whom I do not know and do not plan to play together showed up and ended up being my flight mates.
Have you experienced this scenario before? Please share with us how did the game end up and whether that was something you will do or never do it again in the future.
Whatever you went through, I hope it didn’t end up like what Chris Henry had gone through as he shared this similar experience at his golf blog Eagle Par Birdie
We met the two members on the first tee. Now, let me take a line from a recent post by fellow blogger Matt Findley who writes Under My Helmet. Matt wrote a piece entitled How to Approach Bikers.
He said the best way to approach another biker is to be friendly and open and that’s what you’ll get in return. Common sense, really, and common courtesy, too. Also applies to golfers.
So I introduced myself and my wife and began to make friendly conversation. One fellow was willing to talk but his friend couldn’t have cared less.
He insisted on talking in a loud voice about the latest film he was working on with a big Hollywood star. In fact, he was merely an assistant director. More a Gopher than anything else.
Since I’m involved in TV production, I thought we had some common ground and I asked a few interested questions.
He gave me perfunctory answers and continued to regale his friend with inside gossip and tales from the set, ignoring us.
Then he stepped up to the tee without a warm-up swing, flailed wildly at the ball, sent it into the nearby woods and yelled out the “F” word.
My wife and I looked at each other and I said, “Well, maybe the shoot was tough on him yesterday”.
He played his next shot from the trees trying a shot Tiger Woods wouldn’t attempt.
Clack, clack, off the trees. Again the “F” word, yelled at the top of his lungs.
This behavior went on for two more holes. He continued to yell and scream profanities and slam his clubs into the ground.
On the third green, we politely said we were probably slowing them down and they should play on by themselves.
For the rest of the round we could hear this animal cursing and yelling a couple of holes ahead of us.
Read the whole story at Eagle Par Birdie.
Cheers!!
After weeks of planning, 
