Comments: Golf.....

In addition to being a Methodist minister, my Uncle Puz (nicknamed after Barney Google's baby, Puzzems) was a lifelong golfer.

Well, I should say he spent his lifetime playing golf really, really poorly. Never made any improvements at all, really. Just got to the point he could drive a ball a hundred yards or so and that was about it. The rest of the game's techniques got hung up in transit, I suppose. Apparently, even having Jesus on your side is of no help to an unskilled weekend duffer with no short game.

It's the only time I ever heard the man get so upset he would curse. And bellowing, repetitive "God damn its!" out of a Methodist preacher at 7:00am on a dewy summer morning are something to behold.

Posted by Andy on June 22, 2009 10:32 AM

You know you really should not title your post "Golf" and then start writing about Wimbledon. It confuses us blondes.

We had a dog that could sniff out and retrieve tennis balls from the cedar trees lining the tennis courts. It was my little brother's job to lead the dog into the trees. I wish we had thought of the camo.

I am disappointed that you did not take advantage of the Scottish courses. Do you play soccer?

Posted by Lou on June 22, 2009 07:14 PM

Good Lord. The least of your worries in S. FL would be a snapping turtle or a catfish. Hell, you'd flat get eaten by a Gator! We have all sorts of Gators in our ponds along our golf courses. Hell, as you play through, you can see Gators sunnin' themselves on the edges of the ponds! My one son took to trying to hit one with a ball, one time. I nearly stroked when I found out.

Posted by Bou on June 22, 2009 09:24 PM

Sorry, I can't let this go. I live in a community on a golf course. Last year they trapped a 12 foot gator in our neighborhood. Took 'em over a year to finally trap that sucker. (He's now been turned into an array of belts, shoes, briefcases and what not.)

Yeah, nobody's hunting for golf balls in our ponds.

Posted by Bou on June 22, 2009 09:26 PM

Golf: a good walk, spoiled.

I've had to deal with gators, snakes, foxes, and the occasional hungry coyote in my Golfy Adventures... Jimbo would stroke out, and I mean the apoplectic kind...

Posted by Elisson on June 22, 2009 11:41 PM

yeah, back when I was duffing I never went into the water after a ball...good way to lose a hand.

Posted by GUYK on June 24, 2009 10:31 AM

I caught my first and only gator on a golf course...I think I've told you the story.

Back to tennis...these days, the players, both male and female...are machines.

Posted by Sam on June 24, 2009 12:27 PM

Your post, BTW, reminded me of mine own golf-ball shagging days...

Posted by Elisson on June 24, 2009 07:54 PM

I have never played golf. I plan on starting when I'm 60. LOL. You see, one must have goals. I figure golf will be just the thing about then.

As for watching someone else play - I don't have the least interest. Give me a good hockey game any time.

Posted by Teresa on June 24, 2009 11:42 PM