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 clubhouse loudspeaker:
“Would the gentleman on the women’s tee please 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 women’s tee please back up to the men’s tee, please!”
I simply ignored the guy and kept concentrating, when once more the man yelled, “Would the man on the women’s tee please back up to the men’s tee, please!”
I finally stopped, turned, cupped my hands and shouted back….
“Would the asshole with the microphone kindly keep quiet and let me play my second shot?!”
I mean, really….
