It was a sunny Friday morning on the first hole of a busy course and I wasbeginning my pre-shot routine, visualizing my upcoming shot, when a piercingvoice came over the clubhouse loudspeaker.
"Would the gentleman on the women’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 myroutine, seemingly impervious to the interruption.
Again the announcement, "Would that MAN on the WOMEN’S tee kindly back up to the MEN’S tee."
I simply ignored the announcement and kept concentrating, when once more, the man yelled: "Would the MAN onthe WOMEN’S tee back up to the MEN’S tee, PLEASE !"
Finally, I stopped, turned and looked through the clubhouse window directly at the person with the mike.
I cupped my hands and shouted back, "Would the c**t in the clubhouse kindly shut the f**k up andlet me play my second shot?"