Embarrassment and golf go hand in hand
It’s designed to humiliate. Bad golf shots come out of nowhere, especially when there’s someone around to watch. Great athletes try golf and are humbled. There aren’t many transferable skills to or from golf - it is it’s own activity.
But my most embarrassing moment on the golf course didn’t come because of one of my shots, though I have perpetrated some of the most heinous shots anyone’s ever seen.
No, this came at the Kappa Kappa Gamma spring golf outing about a decade ago, a fundraiser for the group of Ohio State University sorority sisters who mostly didn’t need any more money or great looking girls.
A fraternity brother of mine drank a ton of cheap beer before the
morning event and on the second hole, drove his cart into a lake that
fronted the green of the par 3 hole he was playing. Somehow, he and his
partner were able to haul the electric cart out of the water and it still worked. He hopped in, drove the cart across the green and scooped up his ball on the fly, driving between the foursome that had played through. He then got into a physical altercation with the ranger before heading back to his car to sleep in the back seat until we finished.
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Reminds me of when a good friend of mine smoked some reefer and stole some golf balls that were hit by a foursome wanting to play through. I chuckle to this day. But if you want embarrassment, try this one on. I lose friends by playng golf with them. I've played maybe 5 times in my whole life, lived in Pinehurst for the last 35 years, and no one, I repeat no one, will even think about playing golf with me. I am sooooo bad at golf that I have the golf ball that I made my only par in my trophy case. I was aiming at a rake in a bunker, thinking it was a flag pole, and knocked it off a tree. But my friend above is dead and the others don't call anymore. I remember one's words to me on Knollwood Fairway- "why are you doing this to yourself?" Well, for one, he invited me. I'm oblivious to the pain I am causing all around me. I kinda like golf, especially the beers at the end, because to me it's just FUN. Except that I will kill that leetle white ball eef I ever get my driver head out of the turf.
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