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NWO Golf Links
Thankfully our cart came to a halt and I
jumped out, trying to free myself of that
odiferous cloud, but it clung to me like
dandruff to a black suit. My eyesight was
still blurred, but I unleashed a stream of
colorful language that even a Marine Drill
Sargent would be proud of. I was enraged
at the fact that like Syria’s Assad, my
golf partner had used chemical warfare,
during our friendly game of golf, to gain
a tactical advantage.
This seemed an unacceptable breach of
golf etiquette of the highest order, but
after scouring the rule-book, I could find
no infraction to impose upon him.
Certainly a golf official, or at the very least
someone in a Green Jacket would appear
to assess a two-stroke penalty for improper
conduct, but none was forthcoming.
My game on the other hand was toast,
a bogey and two additional double-
bogeys ensued. I had, however, learned a
valuable lesson and found a new respect
for his unholy tactic.
The lesson here is simple, if you are forced
to use a cart cover, make sure you have a
pact with your riding companion.
If not, and you find yourself down in your
match…….. well, you can figure out the
rest.