The ultimate Bastard move today. We have 2 groups that go out. First group are the riders, they are all in their 75 to 85 years old. next group is my guys, the walkers. The riders are always all over the place and sometimes pick up our ball, and we bust their balls over it big time.
So today there is a par 4 and the tees are up so its only playing 310 a bit uphill and then downhill the last 20 yards or so. During the summer I either drive it or go over. This time of year I'm losing 30 yards off the tee with the air/weather/temps, and I kill one but am doubtful it made it. So I can't find the fuckin thing, I'm thinking maybe it kicked left, one guy has me looking over the green which I'm thinking can't be possible this time of year. In the back of my mind I'm thinking its in the hole...it WAS the perfect line and drive. Phil yells to me, " Its in the hole..Titleist 8?!"
I"m psyched, the guys are going nuts because its a par 4 and its a poke under the conditions.
I look up to the next tee and the riders are laughing. I said, " what are you laughing at, I have to buy all the drinks?!" Angelo walks down, puts his arm around me and says, " I put it in the hole..." You did drive the green though.
Prick.
