True Funny Golf Stories
I wanna share this one with you!
This Hub is not about telling you this true story that happened to me during a round of golf. It's more than that: an invitation for all golfers, that also have funny stories, to write Hubs about them or, if the stories are short, to just use this Hub for that purpose.
How I got the idea to write this Hub
Golf jokes are countless and I believe that they are part of the golf game. I never heard of someone who honestly dislikes a good golf joke. And during all the years I've been playing I discovered that almost everybody not only like to hear and tell fictional jokes but also have at least one funny situation they like to share with their golf buddies. I am no exception. And I decided not only to tell my own story but also invite and encourage others to do the same. I believe that in the end we'll have a lot to laugh about. Come on, don't be shy!
This is my story . . .
It was one of those wonderful late afternoons of a sunny summer day. The pine trees already were casting their long and relaxing shadows providing magnificent conditions for a round of golf. And there I was, on the 17th hole of my home golf course, alone, in the endless pursuit of the perfect swing, enjoying the inspiring harmony of golf and nature.
I started the hole with a good drive, a little bit to the left but no more than one yard in the first cut of the rough.
It was easy to make up my mind for the second shot: 3 wood, because the hole is a long par 4 (450 yds) and I had a lot to move forward to reach the green. A pine tree in front of me, roughly 7 yds away, was no trouble because the fairway is generous and aiming one yd to the right side of the stem I didn't even need to try the draw.
The perfect shot
I carefully aligned my feet, got a fine shoulder turn, made the downswing by the books and ZEEEK!!, superb contact, nice shot and the ball was fired like a bullet. To make it absolutely perfect the finish was worth to be in any golf magazine cover: my chest was inflated, my hips well ahead the rest of my body, my head tall and proud and my arms totally behind my back. CRAACK!! Was just what I heard when the ball smashed against the tree, just before it started moving back at light speed, precisely in my direction, to hit me at mid-height.
Considering that it was impossible to use my arms to try to protect myself I really couldn't even try to avoid the unavoidable and POOFF!! I was hit just in a supersensitive spot so delicate and intimate that not even under torture I'd accept to reveal.
And suddenly the day didn't seem pleasant any more, the nature in general, and the pine trees in particular, were hideous to my mind and I must confess that I considered golf a horrendous thing, while bending and squatting I twisted my body and cursed my life, my alignment options, golf and everything else. And no one visible in the course that could provide a "helping hand"!
There's no need to give further details because I don't want to keep talking about this painful bruise on my ego that will take much more time to heal than the real one. But everybody should learn with mistakes and I learned a lot. I learned two things: First, that we must be prudent and align keeping a fair safety distance when we hit the ball and there are rigid obstacles not very far from us and second, that the cell phone must always be in the golf bag. We never know if there's a need to call 911.
". . . In the endless pursuit of the perfect swing, enjoying the inspiring harmony of golf and nature."
This is a true story
I'm encouraging you to share your own true funny golf story.
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