JohnnyDee
Tour Winner
Wer're all gentlemen and women us golfers. Calm under pressure, able to rule empires and spin the wheels of industry effectively day in and day out.
We're cool, calm and collected in everything we do and don't have one single bad word to say about anything to anyone.
Until..
Until we have to control a small ball with some sticks. Then the dormant monster lurking deep within our souls comes to the fore and we snap.
Playing alongside our family vicar and missing a short 2 foot putt we are apt to express our frustration in the warmest of tones. When a leaf falling gently to earth from a tree half a mile away distracts us on our backswing causing a dreadful snap-hook, the air may well turn blue as we erupt in fits of uncontrolled anger.
I'm fairly unflappable in life. I take most stuff on the chin...until it all goes a bit Pete Tong on the course. Then I fear that sometimes, were I to take a step back and observe myself in the cold light of day, then I may not care for what I see.
Nothing except golf causes the red mist to rise so rapidly for me. Ten seconds after the outburst I'm wracked with guilt. But of course by then it's all rather too late.
Am I unique or do you too find it hard to keep the demons under control?
EdIt:
For literalists - My reactions as depicted in this thread may have been exaggerated for comic effect to a certain degree.
We're cool, calm and collected in everything we do and don't have one single bad word to say about anything to anyone.
Until..
Until we have to control a small ball with some sticks. Then the dormant monster lurking deep within our souls comes to the fore and we snap.
Playing alongside our family vicar and missing a short 2 foot putt we are apt to express our frustration in the warmest of tones. When a leaf falling gently to earth from a tree half a mile away distracts us on our backswing causing a dreadful snap-hook, the air may well turn blue as we erupt in fits of uncontrolled anger.
I'm fairly unflappable in life. I take most stuff on the chin...until it all goes a bit Pete Tong on the course. Then I fear that sometimes, were I to take a step back and observe myself in the cold light of day, then I may not care for what I see.
Nothing except golf causes the red mist to rise so rapidly for me. Ten seconds after the outburst I'm wracked with guilt. But of course by then it's all rather too late.
Am I unique or do you too find it hard to keep the demons under control?
EdIt:
For literalists - My reactions as depicted in this thread may have been exaggerated for comic effect to a certain degree.
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