I mostly smack a bucket of balls at the driving range a couple times a week weather permitting (which includes heat), I used to golf rounds, but I got put into groups sometimes. Quite often there was a real hot head playing... you know pissed off at every off shot, throwing clubs, I even saw a guy smack a tree and break a four iron... all sorts of junk like that.
And I would keep score during those tournaments or get togethers, but truthfully I stopped keeping score probably around 1995. I just enjoy smacking balls around around the links. I take good aim, I’m probably making par or 1 over, it’s never been a hard game for me.
I did notice back in the ‘80s the courses started getting a bit crowded because everybody suddenly was into it. I almost returned to tennis at that point and I still do bang a tennis ball around a little but I’ve got some tendonitis issues that really exacerbates when I swing a racket.
I’ve seen assholes like this come up from behind and I just wave them through and they’re usually in a hurry they’re out of my way in short order.
I used to play golf a lot as a teenager.
One of my best friends topped a drive and the boll rolled into a pond about twenty yards off the tee.
He got so mad he walked up to the pond and threw his entire golf bag full of clubs into the pond—gone for good!
(It is amazing how golf could do that—I never saw him lose his temper at anything off the course.)
“”I just wave them through””
One time there was an impatient foursome behind us. There was a slow foursome in front of us, so we had to wait at times. We would communicate with the ones behind us by shrugging shoulders, arms outstretched, etc. Sometimes the ones behind us could see the ones ahead of us, but this did not stop them from complaining.
So.....we were on the green, putting out, and a golf ball lands at our feet. No warning, no shouts of ‘fore.’ My buddy, who could hit a ball 300 yards, finally had enough. He teed up their ball on the edge of the green and smacked it back their way.
Friend of mine is a pretty good golfer and he told a story about golfing with a guy who was just miserable. Every shot was a complaint. The guy got to a hole and melted down and threw his clubs into a water hazard. After about two minutes, he walked into the pond, grabbed his bag & retrieved his car keys and phone and left the bag in the water.