lanoxrehab
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Tough place that Birmingham, Alabama
Worst thing to happen to you on the golf course
Tough place that Birmingham, Alabama
I had my first encounter with fire ants on a course in Tallahassee in grad school.
During my stint working at a club during college, I also had the unfortunate experience of working the day someone collapsed on a green. Retrieving the clubs and carts of that group was surreal. He later passed away. The ambulance tire tracks were still evident on and around the green a few days later.
During my stint working at a club during college, I also had the unfortunate experience of working the day someone collapsed on a green. Retrieving the clubs and carts of that group was surreal. He later passed away. The ambulance tire tracks were still evident on and around the green a few days later.
DonJuan
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Hahahaha well, we're usually 10 in homicides nationwide. The dog belonged to a groundskeeper and luckily he came outside after about a 2 minute stare down of growling and barking.
Had heat stroke in 2013.
Make sure you drink plenty of water when you play. Make sure you keep your electrolytes balanced when you play. If it's over 90 and you're over 60 drive a cart.
Make sure you drink plenty of water when you play. Make sure you keep your electrolytes balanced when you play. If it's over 90 and you're over 60 drive a cart.
I saw a guy take a crap on a tee box. That was disturbing, still can’t get that out of my head. He was escorted off the course a couple holes later. Looked like he had about 12 too many. Not a youngster either. Fortunately, I was playing different tees than that group ( they were just ahead of our group).
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In Abiliene, TX, I pulled one shoe off and stepped into a pond to hit a ball that was perched on the edge. Only afterwards did I learn that it was an effluent tank... For several years following the incident, I'd get little pustules on the bottom of that foot; the breakouts would last a couple of weeks and come intermittently about 3 or 4 times per year. They finally quit altogether maybe 5 years after the incident.
At least you didn't Shart yourself & have to play like that the rest of the round :act-up:
That's exactly what happened, trusted the fart, but in fact twas a shart
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Atxpkrgolf
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I've played a lot of rounds so more luck and bad luck is to be expected. I've been stung by bee on my upper lip when I took drink out of coke can he had gotten into. I've been hit in my repaired left knee twice by shanks and I've had some miraculous shots made against me to lose a lot of money.
Et Tu Brute?
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Number one by a long shot:
During a round in 2004 on the eighteenth tee I received a call (which I was expecting) confirming that my father's biopsy results showed he had cancer.
Distant second place:
In 2015 I was having a really miserable round of golf which isn't unusual. But unusually I wasn't keeping it to myself and was complaining, cursing and generally acting like "that guy" nobody wants in their foursome. One of my buddies took me aside on after about 14 holes and said (quietly and calmly), "Are you a grown man or a spoiled baby? If you want to play with us you've got to decide".
I hope I'm right in saying I have not been "that guy" again since that day. I might say the odd expletive after a bad swing like most golfers but when I feel the blood starting to rush to my head I just remind myself that I decided back then I was NOT a spoiled baby. So I cool it and move on to the next hole.
During a round in 2004 on the eighteenth tee I received a call (which I was expecting) confirming that my father's biopsy results showed he had cancer.
Distant second place:
In 2015 I was having a really miserable round of golf which isn't unusual. But unusually I wasn't keeping it to myself and was complaining, cursing and generally acting like "that guy" nobody wants in their foursome. One of my buddies took me aside on after about 14 holes and said (quietly and calmly), "Are you a grown man or a spoiled baby? If you want to play with us you've got to decide".
I hope I'm right in saying I have not been "that guy" again since that day. I might say the odd expletive after a bad swing like most golfers but when I feel the blood starting to rush to my head I just remind myself that I decided back then I was NOT a spoiled baby. So I cool it and move on to the next hole.
I hate when I gamble and lose!
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Et Tu Brute?
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So do your partners.
Good friend. That is a hard thing to confront someone with and I've acted as the spoiled baby. Been there, good life reminder.
Oh, and **** cancer.
Et Tu Brute?
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Yes **** it completely.
A few winters ago it was was in the 40's in December so I decided to go out to a course that was open. I was on the 4th hole alone putting when out of no where POW, a ball from out of nowhere hit me right in the @$$. Not a person in site. So I decided to wait, finally a group of kids on the back nine came around and one had hooked one so far it hit me. I let the know what happened and no apology or anything. Had a huge welt from the ball, hit me on the fly.
Several years ago my cart partner parked the cart to the left of my ball. I got out, hit my shot and I was watching it soar toward the green as I turned to go back to the cart. What I had failed to notice was a very poorly maintained drainage hole that I proceeded to step in and fractured my right leg just above the ankle.
My ortho was a golfer that I had played with before and since there was no bone displacement he put me into a boot instead of a cast. Less than 3 weeks later I was back to playing and playing so well with the boot on that I was getting offers for it for when I was done with it.
The course recognized their negligence and there was a cash settlement. Wish I still had the picture showing just how deep this drain was which was covered by a metal screen which had caved in almost to the full depth of the hole.
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My ortho was a golfer that I had played with before and since there was no bone displacement he put me into a boot instead of a cast. Less than 3 weeks later I was back to playing and playing so well with the boot on that I was getting offers for it for when I was done with it.
The course recognized their negligence and there was a cash settlement. Wish I still had the picture showing just how deep this drain was which was covered by a metal screen which had caved in almost to the full depth of the hole.
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If this is he worst thing to happen to you on a golf course that ball speed must have been 200+
While I was attending a Navy tech school in Orlando, a buddy of mine and I were playing a quick 9 when I unknowingly set my bag down on an ant hill. The ants let me know their displeasure when I put the bag back on my shoulder.
Rolled the golf cart on a downhill path.
No, was not horsing around or drinking. It was such an awkward cart path on a steep downhill like 45*. I never played the course and was talking to my partner and I was trying to maintain a slow speed but misjudged the speed as we approached the bottom of the hill that turned into gravel and have almost a 90 degree turn.
When I saw the gravel and the turned I tried to break hard enough but to avoid locking up the breaks. But nope, locked it and the cart slide sideways and flipped down.
We were fine but I hurt my ankle and foot really bad that I thought it was broken which later got xrays and was fine. This happened 2 weeks before my wedding.
I wanted to yell at the course management for the way that cart path is designed but didn’t wanted them to force the cart damage onto me.
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No, was not horsing around or drinking. It was such an awkward cart path on a steep downhill like 45*. I never played the course and was talking to my partner and I was trying to maintain a slow speed but misjudged the speed as we approached the bottom of the hill that turned into gravel and have almost a 90 degree turn.
When I saw the gravel and the turned I tried to break hard enough but to avoid locking up the breaks. But nope, locked it and the cart slide sideways and flipped down.
We were fine but I hurt my ankle and foot really bad that I thought it was broken which later got xrays and was fine. This happened 2 weeks before my wedding.
I wanted to yell at the course management for the way that cart path is designed but didn’t wanted them to force the cart damage onto me.
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TIGolfer1996
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Worst thing to happen to you on the golf course
I was playing in an exhibition practice dual meet in high school and in the same round the following three things happened:
1. I got attacked by a mother goose who thought my golf ball was one of her eggs on the sixth hole
2. In defending myself from said goose I snapped my 5-iron.
3. My allergies got so bad that I had to be carted to the clubhouse on the 16th hole. My dad came and got me and took me to urgent care and then home. I missed school for two days.
Bad things come in threes I guess.
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I was playing in an exhibition practice dual meet in high school and in the same round the following three things happened:
1. I got attacked by a mother goose who thought my golf ball was one of her eggs on the sixth hole
2. In defending myself from said goose I snapped my 5-iron.
3. My allergies got so bad that I had to be carted to the clubhouse on the 16th hole. My dad came and got me and took me to urgent care and then home. I missed school for two days.
Bad things come in threes I guess.
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About 4 years ago, I was at a local hilly course that I had wanted to play for a long time but it was a bit too expensive. One morning, I was checking for golf deals and saw a deal that was about a quarter of the regular greens fees. The only problem was that the tee time was earlier than I could get out of work without an excuse. So, I booked it and told my boss that I had to leave early for some personal stuff. I started off really well and was playing the first 6 holes at one over. On holes number 7, I was walking from the cart to hit my second shot and I rolled my ankle when I stepped over a rock. The pain was excruciating. I hit my shot, which was a nasty slice into the rough and limped back to the cart. My whole leg was throbbing but I was playing so well on a beautiful course that I was determined to finish. I struggled with the pain and even got a few beers at the turn, hoping it would help me get through. I finished the round and wound up shooting in the low nineties, which was worse than my normal. I wound up going to the local hospital that night to find out that I tore my Achilles. I was in a walking brace for a month and couldn’t even tell my boss how it actually happened. Worst thing about it was I couldn’t play golf for almost six months.
TIGolfer1996
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Yeah I’m gonna say you “win” this one. Something similar happened (not as bad an injury, I broke a finger) and I told my boss I slammed it in a door. Anything for this beautiful, mad game.
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Worst thing to happen to you on the golf course
Well, this isn’t a bad thing, but it was unusual. The first time I played Pebble Beach, was in 2006. We teed off about 2PM and we were told by the golf shop attendant that we would likely not finish before dark. It started to get “dusky” right around the 14th tee box and we literally would hit our shot and run to the ball, because no way in hell were we going to just play 16 or 17 holes of Pebble Beach. We were waiting to hit our shots into the 16th green when my friend says.....”I think that’s George Archer putting out on the 16th green. “
We finish 16 and literally sprint to 17 because the sun is now below the horizon and you can’t see anything. We get to the tee box, and sure enough....IT IS GEORGE ARCHER!! He and his foursome are in carts...and there is another group in front of them on the tee, and a group putting out on the 17th green. So for the next 15 minutes, while waiting for those two groups to play out, we talk to George about his career and his Master’s victory. He was born and raised in the Northern California region and he lived somewhere near Pebble Beach. It’s finally George’s group’s turn, and he says “We all live here and play here all the time, you boys go ahead and play through”. Thanks! So we do.
We get to 18 and it is pitch black. But we don’t care, we are playing. I hit my drive directly at the tree in the middle of the fairway. As I walk up to my ball, a fox darts into the fairway, picks up my ball in his mouth, and begins to run around the fairway like a puppy with a frisbee trying to get me to chase him. Twice, he drops my ball, waits for me to approach, then picks it up and runs around some more. Finally after about sixty seconds, he drops it and runs off.
We finished our round with a couple of great memories.
Well, this isn’t a bad thing, but it was unusual. The first time I played Pebble Beach, was in 2006. We teed off about 2PM and we were told by the golf shop attendant that we would likely not finish before dark. It started to get “dusky” right around the 14th tee box and we literally would hit our shot and run to the ball, because no way in hell were we going to just play 16 or 17 holes of Pebble Beach. We were waiting to hit our shots into the 16th green when my friend says.....”I think that’s George Archer putting out on the 16th green. “
We finish 16 and literally sprint to 17 because the sun is now below the horizon and you can’t see anything. We get to the tee box, and sure enough....IT IS GEORGE ARCHER!! He and his foursome are in carts...and there is another group in front of them on the tee, and a group putting out on the 17th green. So for the next 15 minutes, while waiting for those two groups to play out, we talk to George about his career and his Master’s victory. He was born and raised in the Northern California region and he lived somewhere near Pebble Beach. It’s finally George’s group’s turn, and he says “We all live here and play here all the time, you boys go ahead and play through”. Thanks! So we do.
We get to 18 and it is pitch black. But we don’t care, we are playing. I hit my drive directly at the tree in the middle of the fairway. As I walk up to my ball, a fox darts into the fairway, picks up my ball in his mouth, and begins to run around the fairway like a puppy with a frisbee trying to get me to chase him. Twice, he drops my ball, waits for me to approach, then picks it up and runs around some more. Finally after about sixty seconds, he drops it and runs off.
We finished our round with a couple of great memories.