Dr. Joe Siphek
Fri May 13th, 2005, 10:48 AM
It was a sunny morning, a little before 8.00 am, on the first hole of
a busy course and I was visualizing my upcoming shot when a piercing
voice came over the club house loud speaker.
"Would the gentleman on the woman's tee back up to the men's tee please!"
I could feel every eye on the course looking at me. I was still deep in my routine, seemingly impervious to the interruption.
Again the announcement, "Would the MAN on the WOMAN'S tee kindly back
up to the men's tee."
I simply ignored the guy and kept concentrating, when once more, the man yelled: "WOULD THE MAN ON THE WOMAN'S TEE BACK UP TO THE MEN'S TEE, PLEASE!"
I finally stopped, turned, cupped my hands and shouted back, "WOULD THE IDIOT WITH THE MICROPHONE KINDLY KEEP QUIET AND LET ME PLAY MY SECOND SHOT!
a busy course and I was visualizing my upcoming shot when a piercing
voice came over the club house loud speaker.
"Would the gentleman on the woman's tee back up to the men's tee please!"
I could feel every eye on the course looking at me. I was still deep in my routine, seemingly impervious to the interruption.
Again the announcement, "Would the MAN on the WOMAN'S tee kindly back
up to the men's tee."
I simply ignored the guy and kept concentrating, when once more, the man yelled: "WOULD THE MAN ON THE WOMAN'S TEE BACK UP TO THE MEN'S TEE, PLEASE!"
I finally stopped, turned, cupped my hands and shouted back, "WOULD THE IDIOT WITH THE MICROPHONE KINDLY KEEP QUIET AND LET ME PLAY MY SECOND SHOT!