[NutChusty]

This weekend played in a tournament with a coworker of my wifes who i had never met but in conversations with my wife had mentioned he was a 9 handicap. When he got to the course i was concerned, running shoes, cargo shorts and an untucked polo. When we warmed up i was kissing my money good bye, Hank Arron home run swing. (To his defense, he could hit it a ton, didn't know where it was going but it went a long way to get there. Once on the course I was ready to wrap my driver around his neck. I quickly became obvious that this guy was a twice a year with buddies and beer golfer. He didnt know course edicate, didnt know simple terminology and didnt know how a handicap was determined. At best he was a 20. When I got home my wife asked how the round went. The look on my face was answer enough. What a crappy two days of golf