Ok boys . . . let's help each other out. If you REALLY want to help your game, this is where we should start.
What is the MOST deceitful dispicable dishonest LIE that you have told your wife/significant other/baby's mama so you could sneak away to the golf course or practice range?
Let's hear how creative you bunch of Koolaid slurpers really are . . .
I ain't talking about the old stand-bys either like . . .
"I had a meeting that ran a bit long sweetheart."
"I was shopping early for our 60th anniversary."
"I decided to take your mother to lunch."
"I went to the Dr. Phil show to get some pointers on improving our relationship and to figure out how to get you to . . . SHUT THE HELL UP!!!"
Do like I did, and join the ranks of teaching professionals. All you have to do to get in the PGA is pass an easy playing test, work for three years at $17,000 a year as a cart boy or counter jockey, do all the workbooks and pass all the tests, then find some cow pasture that will allow your sorry butt to solicit lessons. Then you've got it made.
Wife on the phone... "Hey, sweetie. Where are you?"
Hubbie... "I'm still at work, as usual."
Work = Golf
Golf = Work
It's very convenient.
Warning: Always check your back right pocket before going home. The glove hanging out of the pocket is a sure giveaway.
Do like I did, and join the ranks of teaching professionals. All you have to do to get in the PGA is pass an easy playing test, work for three years at $17,000 a year as a cart boy or counter jockey, do all the workbooks and pass all the tests, then find some cow pasture that will allow your sorry butt to solicit lessons. Then you've got it made.
Wife on the phone... "Hey, sweetie. Where are you?"
Hubbie... "I'm still at work, as usual."
Work = Golf
Golf = Work
It's very convenient.
Warning: Always check your back right pocket before going home. The glove hanging out of the pocket is a sure giveaway.
You seemed to have come up with a brilliantly simple solution to the problem at hand by attaching your livelihood to golf. The resulting problem will require a thread of it's own to discuss how to convince the wife to live in a cow pasture on the salary of a counter jockey for at least 3 years!
You seemed to have come up with a brilliantly simple solution to the problem at hand by attaching your livelihood to golf. The resulting problem will require a thread of it's own to discuss how to convince the wife to live in a cow pasture on the salary of a counter jockey for at least 3 years!
I have found that pouting and throwing fits will usually get my hubby to drag his aspirations to the golf course with me. I try not to play by myself when he is home because the guilt trip awaiting my return is too much to bear.
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Steph
Distance is Magic; Precision is Practice.
I have found that pouting and throwing fits will usually get my hubby to drag his aspirations to the golf course with me. I try not to play by myself when he is home because the guilt trip awaiting my return is too much to bear.
Well this big ole helicopter thang come down out the sky . . . and there was this whatchacallit that looked just like a wo-man. . . it said . . . GET YOUR CLUBS LET'S PLAY 36!!! I fell straight off the damn tractor . . . when I come to . . . there wuz an upside down footjoy logo right there on my noggin. And some strange lookin' chunks of grass that looked like a dang bacon strip. I ain't come out the double wide since even when that tornado ripped the roof of the shed.
Uh are you from Mars? I have never met such a being. Take me to your leader.
Well this big ole helicopter thang come down out the sky . . . and there was this whatchacallit that looked just like a wo-man. . . it said . . . GET YOUR CLUBS LET'S PLAY 36!!! I fell straight off the damn tractor . . . when I come to . . . there wuz an upside down footjoy logo right there on my noggin. And some strange lookin' chunks of grass that looked like a dang bacon strip. I ain't come out the double wide since even when that tornado ripped the roof of the shed.
Uh are you from Mars? I have never met such a being. Take me to your leader.
Well, yes I do get a big manic about it. That is what happens when you get real close to being good, but haven't quite gotten there yet. Just like today when I headed out to the range at lunch in a 25 MPH wind. Did nothing for my game, but I felt better.
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Steph
Distance is Magic; Precision is Practice.
Well, yes I do get a big manic about it. That is what happens when you get real close to being good, but haven't quite gotten there yet. Just like today when I headed out to the range at lunch in a 25 MPH wind. Did nothing for my game, but I felt better.
A good time to practice for advanced players IMO. The wind really helps you learn to control the ball!
knock down shots to about 100 yards with a 7 iron, working it both ways
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Well this big ole helicopter thang come down out the sky . . . and there was this whatchacallit that looked just like a wo-man. . . it said . . . GET YOUR CLUBS LET'S PLAY 36!!! I fell straight off the damn tractor . . . when I come to . . . there wuz an upside down footjoy logo right there on my noggin. And some strange lookin' chunks of grass that looked like a dang bacon strip. I ain't come out the double wide since even when that tornado ripped the roof of the shed.
Uh are you from Mars? I have never met such a being. Take me to your leader.
Hmmm....what is this? I too have never met such a being...you have any single friends ThinkingPlus??
Alex
Hmmm....what is this? I too have never met such a being...you have any single friends ThinkingPlus??
Alex
Unfortunately, no. I almost never play golf with other women. Being in the engineering field tends to restrict my social contacts to geeky males. My hubby and I occasionally get matched up with other couples. It is fun, but I end of feeling bad for the other lady. I have two options. If I play the tees with the guys, then the other woman is left alone at the lady's tees (not very social of me). If I play the lady's tees then I bomb driver 75+ yards past hers and feel bad about it all day.
I usually find it easier playing with the guys. Then I don't feel so guilty when I bomb it past them and I get to see some extraordinary swings-out-of-their-shoes high slices OB trying to keep up.
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Steph
Distance is Magic; Precision is Practice.
It would require a miracle to pull that off again!
I try not to play by myself when he is home because the guilt trip awaiting my return is too much to bear.
Hybrid Mode
