Originally Posted by
spook
two years ago i was playing early bird at rose city and played the front 9 okay and was trying to get to the back 9 before anybody got in front of me. i totally imploded on 10. obviously, i'm terrible, but this was exceptional even by my standards. had i been in the fairway, i'm sure they would have asked me to leave for destroying their manicure.
in any case, i was really mad after 10, went to 11 and hit 5 tee shots -- 3 in the exact same area of the trees and two others i topped and drove into the ground.
i went to the trees and hit at my balls a few times comically knocking them into trees and back at me. i could see the 10th tee box from where i was and there was still nobody there, so i picked everything up and ran over to start over. i played 10 better, but not great and then realized there was a single teeing off on 11 right as i was putting the flag back in. i yelled to him to see if i could join up and i'm pretty damn loud and there was no inkling that he heard me.
i grabbed my stuff and started to huff it to 11 to tee off before he got too far down the fairway, all the while yelling at him and asking if i could hit. he just kept walking. i finally put my bag down and now was getting more pissed than i already was. for fuck's sake,i thoujght, at least say no. don[t just ignore me. so i ran after him and got to about 10 feet coming from behind slightly to his left and yelled "hey, if you don't want to play, just say so." and then he saw me and let out this bizarre yelp and jumped a mile in the sky, as did i. he had to be 65 at least.
and he was deaf.
so i had a good laugh and felt super stupid as i have many times and we played together i hit my tee shot on the par 3 11 to 4 feet. it was quite an experience and we had a pleasant morning being equally frustrated and expressing it in our own particular ways.