It was a sunny morning, a little before 8:00 am, 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 Ass hole with the microphone please be quiet and let me play my second shot.
Nowery Smith Sent that to me.
In other news, I am quite confident my tail bone is broken. Very long story. Ouch.
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