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“My Life as a Golf Marshall” :The Four Dickheads

As a Marshall you are bound to see dickheads in action. In this case the starter tipped me off to four “idiots” teeing off on the 10th at 8 in the morning. I approached the four gentlemen in their early thirties tattooed and in a cloud of cannabis. Their politeness was a bit odd andContinue reading ““My Life as a Golf Marshall” :The Four Dickheads”

“My Life as a Golf Marshall”: Tales from the Edge: Korean Noodle Soup on the 10th

This is my story: I was playing golf a few years ago as the last foursome for the year. It was a pleasant sunny but cool day in mid November. The three Korean gentlemen in my foursome decided on a snack on the 10th hole. A rather traditional practice of grabbing a bite or gulpingContinue reading ““My Life as a Golf Marshall”: Tales from the Edge: Korean Noodle Soup on the 10th”

“Mutantism on the March” :Chapter 102 The Beginning of the End For President Affliction

The President of the United States Affliction was not savouring his evening meal. His discomfort was not mitigated in the least by the mutterings of his wife Fat. Affliction was not in a particularly good mood after discovering the existence of some gossip pertaining to her ultra secret facelift. While Fat was bellowing out “JustContinue reading ““Mutantism on the March” :Chapter 102 The Beginning of the End For President Affliction”

“My Life as a Golf Marshall” ; Tales From the Edge”:BIRDSLAUGHTER

There is a problem at the golf course I marshall at and that is the proliferation of Canada Geese on and surrounding the green on the third hole in the spring months. Bird poop is everywhere. On my day off I was playing golf  and hit a high 9 iron 130 yards out from theContinue reading ““My Life as a Golf Marshall” ; Tales From the Edge”:BIRDSLAUGHTER”

“My Life as a Golf Marshall” : Tales from the Edge :THE PUTTING GREEN POOPER

You gotta go you gotta go. We have all faced this dilemma and have pooped where we never thought we would poop. Rather a bad reaction to Mexican food in Cancun or with Portuguese chicken in Toronto. Hopefully not caught on CCTV. But a groundskeeper at my course told me he started his shift earlyContinue reading ““My Life as a Golf Marshall” : Tales from the Edge :THE PUTTING GREEN POOPER”

“My Life as A Golf Marshall” : Tales From the Edge :THE HOOKERS ( Not Slicers)

I asked the starter at my club what was the weirdest thing he had seen. Apparently two men brought hookers into their golf cart. The hookers had their green fees paid for but were not golfing. However on a few occasion the men with their lady friends went into the woods looking for their ballsContinue reading ““My Life as A Golf Marshall” : Tales From the Edge :THE HOOKERS ( Not Slicers)”

“My Life as a Golf Marshall”: Tales from the Edge: KOREAN WAR VETERAN LOSES HIS LEG

One golfer told me when he was a teen golfing with his brother the brother hit a massive drive hitting a golfer in the back that sent the poor man violently sprawling into the creek and his prosthetic leg also came off. Not a great way to treat a war vet.

“My Life as a Golf Marshall”: Stories From the Edge :THE NAKED STONED GOLFER

This little gem was told to me by a starter at my golf course I marshall at. A very stoned golfer ventured out on the course. He was last seen stripping down to his underwear and leaving his clothes and golf clubs behind off he went into the woods. The police were called and tookContinue reading ““My Life as a Golf Marshall”: Stories From the Edge :THE NAKED STONED GOLFER”

“My Life as a Golf Marshall”: True Stories from the Edge : THE FISHERMAN:

I was marshalling and there were two foursomes of thirty somethings playing their annual tournament. I told them my spotting someone fishing on the 4th hole. One of the golfer’s eye’s lit up and he said I have to show you something. He unzips his golf bag and shows me his mini fishing rod. ThenContinue reading ““My Life as a Golf Marshall”: True Stories from the Edge : THE FISHERMAN:”

My Life as a Golf Marshall: True Stories: SVEN THE ASSHOLE:A Bullet to the Head:

The golfer, (we will discuss Mr. Lunch later) who pleaded me to take him to his car for his medicine a.k.a. his lunch told me an awful story about Sven. Mr. Lunch was on the green on a par three and Sven let one fly from the tee box which is a no no. YouContinue reading “My Life as a Golf Marshall: True Stories: SVEN THE ASSHOLE:A Bullet to the Head:”