Smiffy
Grand Slam Winner
Used to play with a guy who was terribly slow. He was a nice enough bloke, but like most slow players wouldn't accept that he was the reason we had fallen two or three holes behind the group in front.
It got so bad that whenever we went on a day out, he was always put in the final group so as he wouldn't hold the rest of us up. Became a bit of a standing joke.
He was never ready to tee off. Three of us would go and his club would still be in the bag with the headcover on it. He would pace out the exact yardage back to his ball from the 150 yard markers, even though you could see from the other side of the fairway that he was 10 yards (give or take a foot or so) from them.
If it started raining and we needed to put our waterproofs on, he was always the one that was still faffing around in his bag looking for his gear whilst the rest of us were already suited up and walking on up the fairway. Used to drive up absolutely mad.
It got so bad that whenever we went on a day out, he was always put in the final group so as he wouldn't hold the rest of us up. Became a bit of a standing joke.
He was never ready to tee off. Three of us would go and his club would still be in the bag with the headcover on it. He would pace out the exact yardage back to his ball from the 150 yard markers, even though you could see from the other side of the fairway that he was 10 yards (give or take a foot or so) from them.
If it started raining and we needed to put our waterproofs on, he was always the one that was still faffing around in his bag looking for his gear whilst the rest of us were already suited up and walking on up the fairway. Used to drive up absolutely mad.
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