HRC99
Journeyman Pro
I played in an Am-Am some years ago with a friend and two people we'd never met before.
My friend was off 6 and developed the shanks out of nowhere. He'd hit a great drive, splitting the fairway, then...shank. Into the trees.
This repeated itself for almost every hole.
By the time we had reached the turn, he was at breaking point and was using absolutely every possible swear word in very unusual and colourful combinations.
Noone dared speak to him as it was like watching a car crash over and over again. As the shots racked up so did his swearing in volume and profanity.
What made it particularly special was the dinner in the evening. Everyone was in their best bib and tucker at the tables, when the MC asked for Reverend So and So to say grace. At which point, one of our playing partners stood up and my friend nearly died of embarrassment. We'd had no idea we'd been playing with the local priest!
My friend was off 6 and developed the shanks out of nowhere. He'd hit a great drive, splitting the fairway, then...shank. Into the trees.
This repeated itself for almost every hole.
By the time we had reached the turn, he was at breaking point and was using absolutely every possible swear word in very unusual and colourful combinations.
Noone dared speak to him as it was like watching a car crash over and over again. As the shots racked up so did his swearing in volume and profanity.
What made it particularly special was the dinner in the evening. Everyone was in their best bib and tucker at the tables, when the MC asked for Reverend So and So to say grace. At which point, one of our playing partners stood up and my friend nearly died of embarrassment. We'd had no idea we'd been playing with the local priest!