So there is this guy in my foursome the other day. Apparently, he is a 30 handicapper. Was on a business trip and wanted to play a round of golf during his stay in Berlin. Had a rented set of cheap clubs but an Oakmont CC polo shirt on (an ugly striped one, to be precise).
This bloke did everything to deserve a severe whack with a 5 iron in the family jewels. Talked loud when other were adressing their ball, walked ahead on the fairway when others still had to play their ball, didn’t repair his ball marks, shanked every second ball, and above all TRIED TO GIVE ME ADVICE ON MY SWING.
Listen to me, buddy, when one player plays par and you play triple-bogey, do not even think about pointing out flaws in the other players swing. Otherwise the other will not yell FORE! if you walk into his line of play again.