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11-29-2012, 10:07 AM | #1 |
Everybody Lies.
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I actually like the game of golf to a degree. I get it. Being outside with freshly cut grass, hitting the absolute shit out of a little ball with a big giant metal club. It feels good. It's a shame I'm complete and utter dog shit at it, or else I would play the game myself. However, it's really the PEOPLE that can ruin it. Like others have already said, there are a lot of snobby, horribly dressed dipshits out there that care more about appearance and shit than just the game itself. It's sad and pathetic. It's like the people that listen to rap music in their cars and turn it up really really ****ing loud when they enter a QuikTrip parking lot. Most of those people don't really enjoy going deaf listening to that shit. They just want everyone else to NOTICE that they're listening to it. Makes em feel "cool" or whatever. I wish I had a rocket propelled grenade for those assholes to be honest...
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11-29-2012, 10:15 AM | #2 | |
In Search of a Life
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I just dont get why there has to be this "Air of elitism" about the sport? I guess i dont understand the history.
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Originally Posted by Cassel's Reckoning: Matt once made a very nice play in Seattle where he spun away from a pass rusher and hit Bowe off his back foot for a first down. One of the best plays Matt has ever made. |
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11-29-2012, 11:54 AM | #3 |
pie is never free
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The story of golf, as related to me by a born Scotsman and master storyteller - There once was a village idiot who grew bored with drunkenly meandering about town all day, so one day as he was walking with his stick, he smacked a rock with it and thought "well, thats a bit of fun"
But pretty soon the villagers grew tired of the idiot, his rocks were hitting people, hitting their houses and so they said "get out of here and dont come back, idiot" So across the fields he went, smacking his rock as he went, when one day his rock fell into a ground squirrel hole, well, he thought this added an exciting new twist to this game he had since dubbed "smiting the stone" So on he went across the field, looking for holes to smack his rock into, pretty soon he came to another village, and as he passed through, that villages idiot noticed him and asked if he could join him in smiting the stone... but soon they were thrown out, just like the last village. So on they went across the fields, and as they passed through the next village, another idiot thought this all looked like great fun and so he joined them, and again they were thrown out, and on across the fields to the next village they went, collecting idiots as they went, enthralled were they all with smiting stones into squirrel holes. Soon every village idiot in Scotland was playing smite the stone, and the rest as they say... is history. |
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