What is it they say about fascists? They like law and order except perhaps for The Donald who likes confusion and divisiveness! I am not a fascist but I have Mussolini moments on the golf course. Order, order and more order please. But unlike the modern-day Chinese government I simply can’t send golf etiquette offendersContinue reading ““My Life as a Golf Marshall” :So What is a Bad Day For a Golf Marshall?”
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“My Life as a Golf Marshall” : Tales From The Edge :Bap…. Right in the Eye!
A golfer related to me a potentially fatal story with a happy ending. He was playing with a golfer who set up behind the tee box instead of being aligned with it. Well as golf goes shots go to and fro in a crazy way and his big drive hit the ceramic post on theContinue reading ““My Life as a Golf Marshall” : Tales From The Edge :Bap…. Right in the Eye!”
“My Life as a Golf Marshall”: So What is a Good Day as a Golf Marshall?
Perfect days are rare for a Golf Marshall! On a rare occasion I start my horrific week-end shift by cruising out in my golf cart and feel the warmth of Synchronicity! By this I mean everything is flowing beautifully! The spacing and pace is like some ballet. I have an overall picture of the entireContinue reading ““My Life as a Golf Marshall”: So What is a Good Day as a Golf Marshall?”
“My Life as a Golf Marshall” : Life and Death on the Golf Course
As a Marshall you are dealing with many people of all ages and sexes. There are stories of life and death that may be exchanged. One day I encountered a group of golfers in their seventies. As we chatted one brother approached me with sadness in his eyes and volunteered, “You see that guy overContinue reading ““My Life as a Golf Marshall” : Life and Death on the Golf Course”
“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)”
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