I usually start to fall apart around the first hole, but today, everything went perfect. I shot a 98!
Now that I’ve mastered this stupid game called golf, there doesn’t seem much point in playing anymore, but I’ll go out next weekend to prove it wasn’t a fluke.
You should have seen all the jealous looks I got at the clubhouse, when I went around shouting “98, 98, I’m so great, I’m so great!”
My golf pals said they weren’t looks of jeolousy, but of disgust and contempt, but they’re full of shit. I know jeolousy when I see it.
Congrats on your golf accomplishment. However, I think a bunch of people are going to pass this thread over, thinking that it is a post-count celebration. (Many other post count parties have the same or similar titles).
And I’d be lucky to shoot nine holes in 300 strokes.
OK, I’m kidding. Congrats. Even tho I know didley about golf and have no desire to learn or play, I know that 100 is a big deal… so good on ya, Slip, and I hope it’s merely the beginning of your golf goddom.
I thought this was going to be another post party. I looked at Slip’s post count before I even read the OP. My first thought was, “not quite there yet, buddy.” But now I’ve read the OP and I understand.
Congratulations! It’s a nice feeling, isn’t it? Now you have to shoot for 95 the next time you play.
I’m with Odieman. I shot the proverbial round of my life a few weeks back for a 90 (with no mulligans, by the way). Next time out, same course…got a 110. How is that possible?
A long, long time ago I looked deep inside myself for Core Values.
Worthy or not, they came down to: I’ll never join the damned Junior League and, as God as my witness, I’ll never dink around with a snobbish, exclusionary, lame-ass pseudo-sport like golf.
I’m a Marxist.
Groucho, not Karl.
Karl was a schumuck; Groucho on the other hand spoke truth…
Harumph.
Veb
P.S. Congratualations. I guess. Oh, piffle. Okay.
I got a call this morning asking me if I’d be a fourth as there was a last minute cancellation. It’s at The Swamp, otherwise known as Lakeview, but I don’t care. Tiger Woods isn’t worthy to caddy for me, because I am The Wizard.
I shot a 114.
Did some jeolous bastard cast a spell on me?
jarbaby, Canadian golf rules state that if you hit a moose, you advance one base or half the distance to the goal line, whichever is greater.
And she who talks softly and carries a big stick, Veb herself, gave me a congrats. Sort of. How cool is that?
I’m gonna crack another Molson’s, but I know it won’t help.
This gives me the opportunity to tell a really funny story about a fellow doper, Cykrider. He just started golfing this past summer, and I got a great picture of him swinging. Surprisingly, he has really great form and it looks like he’s a natural. However, if you look at the picture really closely, you can tell that the ball is still on the ground. He likes to refer to it as his ‘practice shot’ picture.
please don’t kill me Cyk!
I’m okay with my drives now, it’s the putts I have trouble with.
I lose concentration very easily. Birds suddenly flying out of a tree, a dog barking in the distance, an earthquake, hailstones, nuclear war - any one of these things will make me blow a putt.
