It was a sunny morning, a little before 8:00 AM, on the first hole of a busy course, and I was beginning my pre-shot routine, visualizing my upcoming shot when a piercing voice came over the clubhouse loudspeaker:
"Would the gentleman on the woman's tee please back up to the men's tee, please?"
I could feel every eye on the course looking at me. I was still deep in my routine, seemingly impervious to the interruption. Again the announcement:
"Would the man on the woman's tee please back up to the
men's tee, please!"
I simply ignored the guy and kept concentrating, when once more the man yelled,
"Would the man on the woman's tee please back up to the men's tee, please!"
I finally stopped, turned, cupped my hands and shouted back.... "Would the asshole with the microphone kindly keep quiet and let me play my second shot?!"
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"Would the gentleman on the woman's tee please back up to the men's tee, please?"
I could feel every eye on the course looking at me. I was still deep in my routine, seemingly impervious to the interruption. Again the announcement:
"Would the man on the woman's tee please back up to the
men's tee, please!"
I simply ignored the guy and kept concentrating, when once more the man yelled,
"Would the man on the woman's tee please back up to the men's tee, please!"
I finally stopped, turned, cupped my hands and shouted back.... "Would the asshole with the microphone kindly keep quiet and let me play my second shot?!"
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