I hate people. I especially hate people that take themselves way too seriously.
With my new putter in my bag, I decided to head to the golf course Tuesday afternoon. I found a course in Texas City with really cheap rates after 2 p.m., so I packed up the bag around 5 p.m. and drove down.
When I pulled up, I put my clubs on my back and walked up to the pro shop. When I got in, the guy working was waiting at the door.
“You can’t bring your clubs in here,” he said with a stern voice. “You have to leave them outside.”
OK, that’s cool. No problem.
I go up to the register and tell him I am going to walk the course.
“You can’t play without a collared shirt,” he said with a scowl on his face.
Now let’s look at the facts here.
This isn’t some fancy country club. It’s about a mile away from an oil refinery, and a built on a bayou, which is a nice way of saying swamp.
I wasn’t dressed like a bum. I had on plaid shorts and a nice white shirt, not a t-shirt. I almost wish I had worn my “Fukudome — That’s What She Said” shirt.
There were hardly any people there, mainly because it was a weekday and still a 97-degree heat index.
And the real kicker — it only cost $7 to golf. Even if you golf before 2 p.m., it is still only $12.
So this Podunk little golf course, which allows you to golf for dirt cheap, demands you wear a collared shirt to golf? Whatever.
I told the guy I had a collared shirt in the car and I would go put it on. I figured I really didn’t have said shirt.
I paid for my round and walked to the car. As expected, no collared shirt.
At this point, I decide to test how serious these guys are. So I walked to the first tee without my collared shirt and got ready to play. I looked over at near the clubhouse and saw this little guy jumping in a cart and coming flying up to me.
Give me a break.
“You know what this about,” he said as he pulled up.
“Look dude, I have a collared wind shirt, but it is a little too hot for that,” I said.
“There are no exceptions. You have to wear a collared shirt. We don’t give rain checks, either.”
So I marched back up to the clubhouse.
“What are the cheapest shirts you have?”
“I have some for $24,” the dude says.
Ugh. I actually picked out a shirt in an orange color that I had been wanting, so I will actually wear it in the future. Still, I couldn’t believe I had to buy a freaking shirt just to play a $7 round of golf.
Other than that, the round went fine. Due to time constraints, I was only able to play 14 holes. Still did OK (mostly double-bogeys, only one 8 ) and walked a good three miles.
Still, those guys didn’t have to be dicks about the damn collared shirt. I mean, would the golf course have been destroyed if I dared teed off without one? I guess we’ll never know — unless I try and push my luck again.
Hot night at the Buckley residence?
I would have had this blog written Tuesday night, but a late night fire scare at my apartment complex took an hour of my life.
The fire alarm started screaming at around 9 p.m. I didn’t have Boogie that night, so thankfully I didn’t have to deal with that. However, I did have the cat.
The sound drove her underneath the bed. I had to take my new long putter and chase her out of there, trap her in a corner and then put her in the pet carrier. She was not pleased.
I went outside with everyone else from my apartment building and waited on the fire department. Man, there are a lot of ugly people that live in my apartment complex.
Anyway, the fire department finally arrived and after a thorough search, gave the all clear. Apparently something had gone off in an apartment on the first floor, causing the sprinklers to go off. That sucks.
I was thankful it wasn’t a real fire. I had saved the cat and computer, but a fire would have taken the XBox, golf clubs, and more importantly, my beloved 50-inch HD TV. I would not have been a happy camper.
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• So Pujols recovered from a major injury in two weeks? And this doesn’t make anyone the least bit suspicious? Just sayin’…
Bear Down and Keep the Faith!