It was a sunny morning, a little before 8.00am, 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 club house loud speaker,
"Would the gentleman on the woman's tee 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 kindly
back up to the men's tee."
I simply ignored the guy and kept concentrating,
When once more, the Man yelled,
"Would the man on the woman's tee back up to the men's tee, please!"
I finally stopped, turned, cupped my hands and shouted back . .
"Would The a$$hole with the microphone kindly keep quiet and let me
play my second shot!"
a busy course, and I was beginning my pre-shot routine, visualizing
my upcoming shot when a
piercing voice came over the club house loud speaker,
"Would the gentleman on the woman's tee back up to the men's tee
please!"
I could feel every eye on the course looking at me.
I was still deep in my routine, seemingly impervious to the
interruption.
Again the announcement, "Would the man on the woman's tee kindly
back up to the men's tee."
I simply ignored the guy and kept concentrating,
When once more, the Man yelled,
"Would the man on the woman's tee back up to the men's tee, please!"
I finally stopped, turned, cupped my hands and shouted back . .
"Would The a$$hole with the microphone kindly keep quiet and let me
play my second shot!"
