Sunday, January 01, 2006

Golf by those that play the game


It is easier to get up at 6:00 AM to play golf than to get up at 10:00 to mow the yard.

Sometimes when I putt it seems as if "my cup moveth over."

A good drive on the 18th hole has stopped many a golfer from giving up the game.

Golf is the perfect thing to do on Sunday, because you always end up praying a bunch.

A good golf partner is one who is always slightly worse than you are. That is why I get so many calls to play.

The rake by the bunker is there for golfers who feel guilty about skipping out on lawn work.

If there is a storm rolling in, you will be having the game of your life.

Golf balls are like eggs. They are white. They are sold by the dozen. And a week later you have to buy more.

A proshop gets its name from the fact that you have to have the income of a professional golfer to buy anything in there.

It's amazing how a golfer who never helps out around the house will replace his divots, repair his ball marks, and rake his bunkers.

If your opponent has trouble remembering whether he shot a six or a seven, he probably at least shot an eight.

You probably wouldn't look good in a green jacket anyway. A sweatshirt will do just fine.

It takes longer to learn good golf than it does brain surgery. On the other hand, you do not get to ride around on a cart, drink beer, and eat hot dogs while performing brain surgery.

Definition: A golfer is a person who yells "fore," takes 6, and writes down 5!

The above describes most of my of my friends.
Thanks Barry & Louise

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