Sean from OttawaGolfBlog posted a video this morning of Tiger's hissy fit after a poor tee shot. So what is your story? Nail a tee block like Craig Stadler? Apparently he was in Hawaii and after a bad poke off the tee, he took a swipe at one of the tee markers and it was a real pineapple! Juice and pineapple chunks everywhere!
My personal best/worst was about 8 years ago at Indian Wells in Burlington, I was playing with a few guys from work and at the time I was a complete chop. You know a guy who liked getting out but never worked at his game, had all the equipment but was there for beers. So we get through the front 9, probably 7 or 8 over, 3 or beers minimum, we grab a bite and more beer, play 10 so so. I look down from #11 tee's tee deck, wow! cool hole, shortish par 4 (354 yds), all downhill with a pond kind of guarding the front right of the green. If you don't know this course, it's up on the Escarpment and quite a climb, this hole is on the western part of the property so it's up on the hill. Everyone knocks a drive down towards the flag, when it's my turn I hit it on the screws, of course there's a ton of roll but the white pill ends up 60 yards from the pin. When it's my turn to hit the approach shot, I take out my "trusty" lobwedge, few waggles, take a smooth swing.... dammit! bladed the bloody ball over the green! F&^%!!! Head into the woods, uphill shot over roots, rocks and leaves... steady RJ... Sheet! hit the stupid ball over the green again! arrrgghh! ok settle down Killer... just a chip shot off the edge of the green... this one we practice (different club though) ok, take a few practice swipes... gunk! bladed it again! this time to the far side of the green! Hear a suggestion to just putt it from where it is now... Great idea! time for the LW to take a nap.... My bag had been dropped off the cart path beside the pond... I'm really po'd so I toss the wedge towards my bag....vwoop vwoop (helicopter noise, duhh!) one bounce, takes a leg out from my bag, bag crashes down, wedge skips across the path into the pond.
Kerplunk..... I still have to putt. As the steam clears from my eyes and the red drains from my eyes, I recognize a familiar sound... is that laughter? I turn around and all 3 of the jugheads who I call my playing partners are on the ground laughing at me. I storm across the green, not caring if I'm walking in someone's line... proceed to 3 whack the little pill into the hole. Pick it out, then let it join it's idiot brother, the LW, in the watery grave. Cart girl drives up, I buy a round for the group and head to the next tee without saying a word to my joker buddies.
The next week I bought some lessons and haven't tossed a club in anger since. I've hit the ground with my clubs or done the air whiff after missing a putt but no more club tossing. A few white pills have found watery graves but they had it coming.
My personal best/worst was about 8 years ago at Indian Wells in Burlington, I was playing with a few guys from work and at the time I was a complete chop. You know a guy who liked getting out but never worked at his game, had all the equipment but was there for beers. So we get through the front 9, probably 7 or 8 over, 3 or beers minimum, we grab a bite and more beer, play 10 so so. I look down from #11 tee's tee deck, wow! cool hole, shortish par 4 (354 yds), all downhill with a pond kind of guarding the front right of the green. If you don't know this course, it's up on the Escarpment and quite a climb, this hole is on the western part of the property so it's up on the hill. Everyone knocks a drive down towards the flag, when it's my turn I hit it on the screws, of course there's a ton of roll but the white pill ends up 60 yards from the pin. When it's my turn to hit the approach shot, I take out my "trusty" lobwedge, few waggles, take a smooth swing.... dammit! bladed the bloody ball over the green! F&^%!!! Head into the woods, uphill shot over roots, rocks and leaves... steady RJ... Sheet! hit the stupid ball over the green again! arrrgghh! ok settle down Killer... just a chip shot off the edge of the green... this one we practice (different club though) ok, take a few practice swipes... gunk! bladed it again! this time to the far side of the green! Hear a suggestion to just putt it from where it is now... Great idea! time for the LW to take a nap.... My bag had been dropped off the cart path beside the pond... I'm really po'd so I toss the wedge towards my bag....vwoop vwoop (helicopter noise, duhh!) one bounce, takes a leg out from my bag, bag crashes down, wedge skips across the path into the pond.
Kerplunk..... I still have to putt. As the steam clears from my eyes and the red drains from my eyes, I recognize a familiar sound... is that laughter? I turn around and all 3 of the jugheads who I call my playing partners are on the ground laughing at me. I storm across the green, not caring if I'm walking in someone's line... proceed to 3 whack the little pill into the hole. Pick it out, then let it join it's idiot brother, the LW, in the watery grave. Cart girl drives up, I buy a round for the group and head to the next tee without saying a word to my joker buddies.
The next week I bought some lessons and haven't tossed a club in anger since. I've hit the ground with my clubs or done the air whiff after missing a putt but no more club tossing. A few white pills have found watery graves but they had it coming.
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