Slow Players Again

There are two great sins in golf: that of playing slowly, and that of playing poorly. To commit either alone is forgivable. To commit them both simultaneously is an affront to the God of Man and Nature.

The group I fell in behind last night was so bad, and so slow that they were going to need absolution from a priest.

The guy in the yellow sweatshirt was the worst. He would take five or six practice swings, then set up behind the ball, make a strange pumping motion, and finally hit the ball fifty yards. He’d then go through a ritual of posturing apparently designed to let everyone know that this was not his usual game.

His partners then folded their arms, rubbed their chins and made knowing nods.

Not that the other three were much better. The tall one with the wild afro could hit the ball a mile—just not anywhere near the proper fairways or greens. The fat one must have had something wrong with his knees, for he moved so slowly from the cart to the ball I thought he might keel over at any moment. Red golf shirt spent so much time lighting up his menthols it’s a wonder he had any time swing the club.

All of them wasted more time being demonstrative than any group of teenagers I’ve ever seen.

With no one in front of me, I caught up to them on the tenth hole. I had played the front nine in an hour. The back nine took two and a half.

They were absolutely oblivious to the fact that I was waiting for them on every tee. Or maybe they were well aware of it, and that was the reason for all the representing they were doing.

For a while, I thought about skipping a hole and jumping in front of them. But the course layout really didn’t offer any realistic chances of doing so.

In the end, I decided to turn my outing into a practice round. I played five, maybe six balls off the each tee, then played the worst shot as my second. Even with all of those shots, and gathering the balls, I still found myself waiting.

I really wish that my local courses had rangers who were good for something other than fishing for lost balls in the woods and ponds.

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5 thoughts on “Slow Players Again”

  1. I really enjoyed reading your article but one question begs to be asked. Couldn’t you have just played through? Skipping a hole may not have been but but I cannot imagine having to wait that long to play a round. Seems like it may have been a good reason to take it as practiceas you said.

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  2. The layout of the course really wasn’t conducive to that. I would have had to walk right through them to get past … I didnt’ think that was the best approach …

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  3. I love the guys who address the ball forever like Sergio Garcia and then either whiff it or shank it into their own cart or something.  Maddening!

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  4. Yellow Sweater should trade his sweater for an all yellow leather jacket and take up bowling. Hate those guys… get some lessons first you cheap skate. sigh

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  5. ha.  My home course specifically tells marshalls “no ball hunting”… Doesn’t work.  Hell. ProV1’s are $14 for 3 now.

    That reminds me of a fun, well brutal, tournament we invented call a “Texas Toast.”  Unlike a Texas scramble, where you keep the best of two tee shots, you keep the worst.  Rough.

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