You just haven't had the right liver! With a nice chianti.....
Blaze & Daze
- Thread starter Laughing Grass
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laddyd
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They're out there, my playing partner almost stepped on one looking for golf balls.
Yeah balls in the sand, guess that one's gone
would be my attitude. Although to be fair you guys are armed with clubs.
StareCase
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Oh my! So where is my miss? I can't see the bail out areas. Put a "worse" on my card.
shnkrmn
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There is a famous golfer, quite successful, whose swing has been decribed as battling a snake whilst falling down an elevator shaft.Yeah balls in the sand, guess that one's gone
StareCase
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Jim Furyk?
I used to play golf with my dad and Uncle Dave. I remember the time my dad lost his shit, broke his clubs and tossed them in the water. My Uncle and I just stood there solemnly observing. My uncle passed me my dad's beer. Another good time was had by all.
shnkrmn
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Bingo, Bingo
Laughing Grass
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Dorf is the only golfer I know by name
StareCase
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We should all have such a awkward swing as Furyk. He's only won $71.5 million in his ~30 year career.
Had to check out Dorf and now it makes sense!
For years I played baseball against this one guy who had to be the shortest player I have seen. He was maybe 4' but still had good warning track power. But it's no wonder our catcher kept calling him Dorf!
I was only there for the beer
shnkrmn
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He was stellar until his putting went South, always loved watching him shape a shot
DCcan
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StareCase
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And just like the swing itself, you have to make sure that all your stuff is being tossed correctly:
StareCase
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The inability to use the flat stick is usually the downfall of most tour pros.
Metasynth
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DCcan
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Longest 10 minutes all week, and it's only Monday.10 minutes..........but I'm starting early.....soooo
GO!
shnkrmn
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I believe that has inspired me to venture forth upon the greensward at dawn and flog the pellet. I love being first off the tee in the morning. Just me, the blinding glare off the dewy fairways, and the endless enveloping sounds of mowers, pin placers in their waggons with their various implements and mixtures. Why, it is indeed a placid pond of reflection on life and the world and our place in it, and where is my confounded ball, I'm certain it missed the money tree, it must be further along........ah I'll just drop one here and move along. Splendid morning, yes!
StareCase
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I praise your prose for this accurate and almost surreal representation of being one of the first players off on a clear, calm and peaceful morning - especially the placid ponds. There is nary a ripple on their surfaces as the sun rises. The hum of the local municipality has not become prevalent yet making your first few holes very tranquil and silent. You can almost hear your ball landing some 240 yards in the distance.
But ... I could do without the dewy fairways. How can I get any distance if I can't get any roll?
Amirite?