Why Some Men Hurl Their Golf Clubs Into The River
Clare Briggs
Clare Briggs is a famous cartoonist who lived from 1875 to 1930. Poems by Wilbur Nesbitt.
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I was playing once and the hole was a relatively short par 3 with a full carry over a pond. Three of us had hit reasonable shots to the green. The last member of the group, whom none of us knew, chunked a shot into the pond and then threw his club in after it. Got another ball and another club from his bag. Skulled that one into the pond, threw that club in after it. Then a third ball and club. Then a fourth ball and club. He hit the fifth ball beautifully, but with a completely wrong club, and put it 80 yards out into the cow pasture behind the green.
Probably saved myself from injury when I bit my tongue rather than say, “Perhaps you lack the proper temperament for golf.”Report