I thought I would share a story about an OOPS that I did last Saturday. My wife and I were on a beginner course that was packed. The group of young kids behind us knew we were there since they had been waiting on us (as we had been waiting on the group in front of us) for 8 holes. They ahd driven a couple of times as we were just walking off the green and I had not said anything but it was bugging me a little. As we got to the 9th hole the green was not in view of the tee, but they watched my wife and I walk down the hill. Shortly thereafter one of them threw a spike hyzer in on us. I yelled back, something to the effect of "HEY! hold your horses". I got a very loud and sarcastic response. My blood pressure rose and I strode over to the disc and with some adrenaline I launched it back toward them, but very high so it would not hit them. I feel sure it went a couple hundred feet past the tee they were on. It made me feel good that I had served them justice. Another fellow playing the next hole was close to me and he stopped to talk with me about the kids out there and their manners. We laughed about it and I found out he was a friend of Robby Galimi who helped me design and build the course we were playing. As this guy and I were talking his buddy asked him if he had seen his disc. Hmmm. Well, you probably guessed it. I had not picked up the disc that the kids threw in on us. I had picked up a very errant throw from this guys beginner friend and launched it. Sigh,,,,,,,,,,I shrank quite a few sizes, just like in cartoons. That was the end of my round. I put a new GStar T-Bird in the bed of this guys truck as some measure of atonement and tucked my tail and left the course.
End of story. Shame on the angry old man.
End of story. Shame on the angry old man.
