[PIORARMADDERI]

I love to watch golfers at work when they get really frustrated, and throw clubs, and do other violent things.

I know you all get frustrated on the course, I wanna hear some stuff you guys have done when you got frustrated with yourself/your game/your club

[HottBrorb]

I once urinated on my ball that I found in the woods. From then on, balls have been scared to go into the woods...or so I would like to believe.

I once shot a ball that lipped out.

Lets just say, that little white ball never lipped out again.

Because I couldn't hit it.

You know, because it had a big hole in it.

It's hard to hit a ball with a big hole.

I suppose it's possible, though.

Very difficult, nevertheless.

I taught that ball a thing or two...

...and so on.

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[usadatronourl]

I guess normally my only real tense moments come from when someone hits on our group...If that EVER happens...I whine until we let them play through...Whining is a powerful tool...I have never NOT allowed somebody who hits on me to not pass through...And I always smile and wave like Arny in True Lies when they pass...

Picking out the correct club and hitting it back at them is a must if they do it twice. Then get ready to rumble. We play in 3 to 3 1/2 hours, any son of a bitch hitting into us isn't a member and is subject to an asskicking.

Anybody that hits up on me either gets their ball burried or just picked up. Just like Ashey, I like free balls.


On to the frustration/temper tantrums...

I've broken 3 clubs, but only one on purpose and bent 2 more by throwing them at trees. First club I broke was my putter. I was having a record round just coming off birdies on the previous 2 holes, one being 600 yards and I'm one this last par 5 (17) in two. Leave my eagle putt short, blow my birdie putt past the hole and leave the par putt sitting on the fucking lip. I fucking lost it. I picked up the ball and threw it into the trees next to the green and as I was walking off the green I burried my putter head into the ground somewhere in the rough by the sand trap, but when I went to pull it out, the head snapped off and I was left with just the shaft. Well that fucker went into the woods as well. Putted 18 with my driver. My 4 iron bit the dust when I tried 3 times, unsuccessfully, to get out of the deep woods that my driver put me in, but every escape shot seemed to find a tree...as did my club. Those 2 were long ago when I was probably 16 or 17 and I've calmed down since then...well besides the time last year when I snapped my 3 wood over my knee. The first 2 times I felt bad because it was mostly an accidental break, but the one over the knee felt good. I can't wait until my new putter comes in the mail so I can snap my old one in half.

Funniest shit ever though is driving up to the green and asking my dad where my brother is and him pointing into some tree that my brother is climbing to retrieve his wedge. Must have happened a dozen times. I also played with a guy last summer that broke every club in his bag. I would have taken them and had them reshafted if he hadn't thrown them into the pond.

As for golf balls...a nightly walk on the course I live on nets me atleast 6 balls. Those rich country club fuckers love thier pro v's.

[Nopayof]

I don't mind singles. At least not the individual single. However, they seem to come in packs. If there's one, there's likely a parade of them. It gets old letting them play through after a while.

At a point, singles can go fuck themselves.

usually if there's a parade of them around me, I ask them to join. That's what should be done.

[Suentiend]

Damn a couple of days ago, one of the first time I picked up a golf club, I hit it at least 200 yards with a driver. Screw Tiger, here I come.