lee mcgregor
Junior Member
- Joined
- Oct 20, 2008
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It was a sunny Friday morning on the first hole of a busy course and was beginning my pre-shot routine, visualising my upcoming shot, when a piercing voice came over the clubhouse loudspeaker.
'Would the gentleman on the women'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 that MAN on the WOMEN'S tee kindly back up to the MEN'S tee. '
I simply ignored the announcement and kept concentrating, when
once more, the man yelled:
'Would the MAN on the WOMEN'S tee back up to the MEN'S tee, PLEASE!'
Finally, I stopped, turned and looked through the clubhouse window
directly at the person with the mike.
I cupped my hands and shouted back, 'Would the c* in the clubhouse
kindly shut the f*k up and let me play my second shot?'
'Would the gentleman on the women'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 that MAN on the WOMEN'S tee kindly back up to the MEN'S tee. '
I simply ignored the announcement and kept concentrating, when
once more, the man yelled:
'Would the MAN on the WOMEN'S tee back up to the MEN'S tee, PLEASE!'
Finally, I stopped, turned and looked through the clubhouse window
directly at the person with the mike.
I cupped my hands and shouted back, 'Would the c* in the clubhouse
kindly shut the f*k up and let me play my second shot?'