There’s no shortage of slicing in golf. But recently, on one of my many interesting run-ins with new players after showing up at my local course and being put in with a foursome, I came across a convenient excuse for a bad shot. Toward the end of the front 9, a hole passes by a …
Nothing like a recurring slice to wreck a nice golf vacation. I was out playing golf on a trip I had taken up the coast with a friend and his high school age daughter, who is a regular golfer. I had never golfed with the two of them together before. I didn’t know what to …
So far, our slice stories series has focused on slices hit off the tee. From knocking a dent in an oil derrick to raising the ire of a cantankerous crocodile, we’ve seen that there’s plenty of trouble to get into from slicing your tee shot. But that doesn’t mean that things can’t go awry from …
My wife’s family is from the South, and they’re also avid golfers, which means I have a good amount of experience playing down in Dixie. Usually I play in Virginia, which is relatively swampy, but nothing compared to the deep bogs of South Carolina, which I experienced during a vacation with my extended family. These …
A friend of mine lives near a golf course he plays at all the time. He likes the course and, like me, often shows up alone to be put in with other solo golfers to complete a foursome. Though things usually go off without a hitch when he plays, at one point he plade with …
We’re often told that slicing is bad, that it’s necessary to train hard to get rid of that pesky slice. About 99% of the time that’s true. But on rare occasions, a slice can give you a better opportunity than you had otherwise. Last year, I was visiting family on the East Coast, and we …
Our last slice story had to do with an unfortunate event that took place after too many burritos at the snack bar at my local golf course. When one of my friends heard about this, he told me about an incident that had happened to him after a snack shop hot dog, thus further illustrating …
In golf etiquette, it’s considered impolite to talk, hum, whistle, or make any kind of noise when someone else is hitting. But sometimes, it’s impossible to do so. Here’s a story told to me by a friend that may well be nothing more than urban legend, but it’s funny as hell, so here it goes. …
A while ago, when I was first learning to play golf, I would play with a foursome in which one of the players had a notorious slice. As a result, he began playing with a highlighter-colored ball, which he claimed helped to be able to find the ball during his frequent trips into the woods …
This previous weekend found me once again playing with a foursome of golfers I had never met before, and as usual, they all found ways to impress me with unique new ways of duffing the ball into the woods. Particularly impressive was the mishit made by one of my new friends on the back nine …