Just wondering how many of us go out, whack a little white ball with a stick, and stare with horrified fascination at the ridiculous places the ball ends up.

 

Count me in.... though I don't take it seriously at all. My friends and I usually get kicked off the course because of our golf etiquette... or lack of.

Here is a little known fact. They Really don’t like it when you park the cart on the greens. Who Knew?

Britt

 

Cart? who needs a cart? just drive the truck

 

Wanna be here! I consider myself a trailblazer.

 

i golf on some not to serious about it though. due to the fact that i normally cant find my ball.

 

I used to play, but started boycotting local courses due to the lack of diesel golfcarts.

brnadon.

 

I am a bonafied "Scratch' golfer

I generally tee off and scratch my head wondering which way the ball went

 

I feel your pain Lary.

We played today 105 heat index I think we'll just stay in the AC and watch golf on TV till it cools off.

 

I swing the messed up little stick at the white ball. I sometimes even get the sucker to go in the general direction I want it to.

 

Named after the greatest name in golf. My dad played with him before WW2.
Played with my dad but never really developed the game.

bentwings

 

Like many others I get my money from a course. I usually play each fairway twice!!

 

I play 2 times a year in scrambles. I am not worth a darn but I do have fun at it. Sometimes my club goes farther than the ball does.

 

I think I've played behind you. (Now where's he going?)

Used to play alot, but only played once this year in a work tournament. Scramble format where we tied for 1st and with a match of cards we ended up taking 2nd. Not bad considering 3 of us hadn't played yet......and I'm a lefty.

 

I play about once a year, badly. I figured I had to take it up on at least a casual basis, though. About two years ago I went to one of those things Dodge has every so often where you can drive all their cars and what-not, drove all the cars, and signed up for all the contests.

About two weeks later, the FedEx guy shows up at my door with a full set of TaylorMade 200 clubs and a putter. Bought me a Happy Gilmore type bag at the thrift store to put 'em in, and now I drag them out once a year to go chase the little white ball.