Tashyboy
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Played today for the first time in 6 weeks. The four of us got to the 1st tee and the fourball in front were just walking off the green. We played the first and second and promptly waited on the 3 rd tee for the four guys to get out of range. It became apparent the four in front of us were waiting for the four in front of them. It was the same on every hole til the 10th. At that point we lost a player who went to work. The fourball in front of us played the front nine again. We got to the tenth and the other fourball was just walking off the tenth. We had to wait for them to clear the 11th before we could play our approach shots. It was the same on every soddin hole. One of our group spent every opportunity looking for balls. He found 38. Stood on the 18th tee (previous hole is a par 3) and they are 200 yards down the fairway. We were waiting again. It was purgatory. We had been out 4 hrs and 25 mins. I knobbed me drive, spent another five mins looking for balls whilst we waited, knobbed me ball again and it started bladdering it down. By this time I had lost the will to live. They had teed off 15-20 mins before us and still not finished. I picked up and walked off. Waited at the side of the green for me PP and shook hands. It was a nine hole comp, but I was bogged off.
Chucked the clubs in the car and went into the 19th. One of the guys looked at me and I must of had a look on my face. He came over and apologised for the slow play. This is the bit that rubbed me up even more. He said " every Tuesday we play a pound front and back nine and a pound overall, stableford. But on the last Tuesday its Medal and every shot counts". I just said " Clive that's a five hour round".
I went into the club shop and told the pro what had gone off whilst buying a pair of FJ boots. He and another pro knew who I was on about. It was purgatory, pure purgatory. The ignorance of standing on a green when everyone has putted out and filling in a scorecard. Youngest player is about 65.
Flippin rant over.
Chucked the clubs in the car and went into the 19th. One of the guys looked at me and I must of had a look on my face. He came over and apologised for the slow play. This is the bit that rubbed me up even more. He said " every Tuesday we play a pound front and back nine and a pound overall, stableford. But on the last Tuesday its Medal and every shot counts". I just said " Clive that's a five hour round".
I went into the club shop and told the pro what had gone off whilst buying a pair of FJ boots. He and another pro knew who I was on about. It was purgatory, pure purgatory. The ignorance of standing on a green when everyone has putted out and filling in a scorecard. Youngest player is about 65.
Flippin rant over.
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