05-20-2010, 07:48 AM
Here's my first hand "are you kidding me?"...
I'm at a client's annual golf outing yesterday and my foursome is sucking as usual. We're ready to tee off at a long par 5, it's a beautiful hole... stream with a small wooden footbridge over it, wildlife all around... including a groundhog eating some grass about 50 yards away on the other side of the stream.
Our first guy tees off and shanks a line drive that didn't get more than a yard off the ground... and hits the groundhog square in the side without even a bounce. He wrecked that fucking thing. The guy didn't even know it was there as he asked why the three of us were on rolling on the ground laughing.
I can still hear the THUD. The hog was writhing on the ground all fucked up, rolled down the hill into the stream and managed to pull itself out onto the bank under the bridge. We just stood around looking at it.
We finished up the tee-off and I went over to check it out again, but the thing was gone. Whether it pulled itself up under the bridge to die or it fully recovered and ran away, I have no idea. But we had plenty of ball-busting material for the rest of the day. By the time we got back to the clubhouse, everyone knew about the groundhog killer.
What are the fucking odds? Tiger Woods couldn't have made that shot with that speed and that low to the ground if he tried a million times.
I'm at a client's annual golf outing yesterday and my foursome is sucking as usual. We're ready to tee off at a long par 5, it's a beautiful hole... stream with a small wooden footbridge over it, wildlife all around... including a groundhog eating some grass about 50 yards away on the other side of the stream.
Our first guy tees off and shanks a line drive that didn't get more than a yard off the ground... and hits the groundhog square in the side without even a bounce. He wrecked that fucking thing. The guy didn't even know it was there as he asked why the three of us were on rolling on the ground laughing.
I can still hear the THUD. The hog was writhing on the ground all fucked up, rolled down the hill into the stream and managed to pull itself out onto the bank under the bridge. We just stood around looking at it.
We finished up the tee-off and I went over to check it out again, but the thing was gone. Whether it pulled itself up under the bridge to die or it fully recovered and ran away, I have no idea. But we had plenty of ball-busting material for the rest of the day. By the time we got back to the clubhouse, everyone knew about the groundhog killer.
What are the fucking odds? Tiger Woods couldn't have made that shot with that speed and that low to the ground if he tried a million times.