I forgot to add this:
I used to work on the third floor of a building that overlooked a course and actually got to witness this one late Sunday afternoon. An absolute hoot! Six drunk guys in 3 carts goin’ at it, crashing, rolling and jumping off greens. A truly spectacular sight.
Fuck Golf, part II:
Fuck golf.
Golf is a sport wheras if you don’t do well at it, corporately, you won’t succeed. If your boss invites you to go play golf and you suck, you ain’t getting promoted. Fuck. That. Instead of golf, I can do far more practical things outside of my job; Like shooting things to put meat on the table. Like sewing so I can make quilts for the homeless. Don’t fucking tell me I’m not good at what I do because I can’t put a stupid little dimpled ball in a fucking un-guarded hole.
Fuck golf.
You want me to spend $150 on golf balls that are assumed to fly twenty yards farther? Maybe I should just save my money, go to a gym, lift 20 lbs. and grow some muscles and a pair of balls in my scrotum.
Fuck golf.
Your golf carts are fun to ride in, but are completely useless. If you can’t walk the two miles or so, you are weak, and you deserve to be left in the sandtrap, gasping for water and/or help. Save your carts for those who actually need them. Like the elderly.
Fuck golf.
Tripler
If you don’t promote me because I can catch, clean, and cook a trout instead of golf, then take your 6-iron, and shove it up your ass.
Sigh. The desperate measures we take to avoid the sky-high prices. 
My law firm had its spring golf outing just two weeks ago. I think pretty much everyone described it as “we’re going to play golf.” No one described it as “going golfing.” I think they would have been laughed at if they did.
OTOH, “Fuck Golf” is a common thought of mine, but that’s probably due to the amount of time I spend in the sand, rough and water.
Heh. If there’s a divide of potential civil war in my current place of employ, it’s the golfers vs. the fishermen.
Sounds like the same philosophy liberals use for…everything!
By the way, I like golf. I suck at it. I suck the sweat off a dead dogs balls at it. But I like it. Golf is a strangly addictive activity. Until the 10th time I tried it I though it was the stupidest fucking thing on the planet. Now I find myself planning vacations around it. My wife & I spent thousands to fly to South Carolina just to play it. South Carolina for Gawds sake! To hit a ball with a crooked stick and chase it! Like heroin that game is!
This should be a sig line.
They made me play golf in high school gym class. My jock bitch of a teacher yelled at me for not knowing which club was which. Stupid bitch. We begged to be allowed to try tennis, like some of the other classes, but nooooo.
Fuck golf.
If there isn’t a little windmill, a manmade waterfall, or a brightly painted fiberglass animal, it isn’t real golf.
That said. Golf would be a kick ass game if you could involve some sort of DeathCart 3000 into it.
"Ohhhhhhh! SCORE! Frankengolf took out Bob Barker on the celebrity green.
He turns,… wait,… YES!
Frankengolf has set his sights on Alice Cooper. That has turned into quite a game."
Actually, I’d always thought that it’s worth noting: golf spelled backwards is flog.
I’m not sure if it’s supposed to be a replacement for the self-flagellation cults, or not. But I’m still staying away from it.
And fuck you! 
You could dismiss the procedures of the Senate too, because you didn’t take the time to understand them. Wouldn’t make that any less important either…
Must be posted in 10,000 places on this board. " Just because I have not starved to death does not mean I can’t have a valid opinion about it."
He don’t like golf. Get over it … He don’t like it at 6 and he don’t like it at 9… *:: here, let me lend you a clue by four. ::: *
No… if he went into it with a pre-conceived notion, then he won’t like it. And deserves all the derision I spewed. I didn’t say he’s not allowed to have an opinion, just form that opinion REASONABLY.
Make jokes on my screenname all you want… doesn’t further your “point” at all… :rolleyes:
Lets not get too serious here guys. Its about golf after all.
Some of the best times I have had in my life were on the golf course. Mind you, most of my friends play. My uncle, who is no longer with me(God bless him), introduced me to the game when I was in my 30’s and I have been an addict since. I have returned the favor whenever I could.
One thing for sure, you’ll either become hooked in the most ungodly fashion or you’ll hate it with all your being.
Eighteen of us leave on June 5th for our annual smack-up and by the third day we are all in golf carts because we are so friggin’ tired from no sleep and a smidge too much of the good cheer. You get out of it what you put into it. Just don’t take it too seriously, its just a game.
I ramble because I love it.
I have found that the people who like golf Really Really like golf.
It’s not a, “Hey, I’ve got some spare time, let’s go hit some balls” type of sport. You’re either drawn to it or you can’t be bothered.
Else, why would this have been around for the past ten years?
I am not a golf person-never cared forit, but whatever floats your boat. That said, what I can’t really STAND is watching it on TV! That really bites! To me, it is the most boring thing you could do…but my family loves it.
I just don’t get it.
On the other hand, there is nothing like golf on TV to help enable a soothing Saturday afternoon nap.
No, that’s what C-SPAN is for.
I jave just one question. Who ordered you to play golf?
I currently have this mental image now of Jack Bauer (“24”), pointing a gun… “Replace that divot! Replace that divot, NOW!!!”
I’ve had a summer job at a country park for the past few years. The golfers liked to demand parking spaces as close to the golf course as possible, despite the fact they’re going to be walking about ten miles playing their game. I never quite figured that out.