Khamelion
Tour Winner
It was a sunny Sunday morning on the first hole Fred was beginning his pre-shot routine, visualising the upcoming shot, when a piercing voice came over the clubhouse loudspeaker:
"Would the gentleman on the women's tee back up to the men's tee please!"
Fred could feel every eye on the course looking at him. He was still deep in his routine, seemingly impervious to the interruption.
Again the announcement:
"Would that MAN on the WOMEN'S tee kindly back up to the MEN'S tee."
Fred simply ignored the announcement and kept concentrating, when once more, the man yelled:
"Would the MAN on the WOMEN'S tee back up to the MEN'S tee, PLEASE!"
Finally, Fred stopped, turned and looked through the window directly at the person with the mike. He cupped my hands and shouted back:
"Would the knob in the clubhouse kindly shut his gob and let me play my second shot?" :rofl:
"Would the gentleman on the women's tee back up to the men's tee please!"
Fred could feel every eye on the course looking at him. He was still deep in his routine, seemingly impervious to the interruption.
Again the announcement:
"Would that MAN on the WOMEN'S tee kindly back up to the MEN'S tee."
Fred simply ignored the announcement and kept concentrating, when once more, the man yelled:
"Would the MAN on the WOMEN'S tee back up to the MEN'S tee, PLEASE!"
Finally, Fred stopped, turned and looked through the window directly at the person with the mike. He cupped my hands and shouted back:
"Would the knob in the clubhouse kindly shut his gob and let me play my second shot?" :rofl:
