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If we're sharing stories about near fights on the golf course, I'll add mine.
Typical slow as [censored] round in a NY area course (and I paid $100 for this privilege). 2 of the other 3 guys we're playing with are not so good, but it's not really relevant (or so I think) cause the course is so slow. On the 3rd hole those 2 guys struggle and we lag getting to the green. Nothing major because there's nowhere for us to go. Until I hear the group behind us yelling at us while we're putting. We finish putting and head to the next tee, where they will pass us. As they go by, I ask them if they have a problem, we have some mild discourse which ends with me telling them that if they have a problem with our group they should call a ranger and not yell at us while we're putting. As I turn and walk away, evidently someone in their group who was very big thought I uttered a profanity at them, bolted from his cart and got right in my face, screaming at me. He was probably about 6'0" or 6'1" and I'm 5'7". I figured he was either a cop, fireman, or construction worker. I was very proud of myself for holding my ground and jawing with him, expecting the other 3 guys to have my back since I was sticking up for them. I glance over to see they have backed far the [censored] away from me. Awesome. The thought also crosses my mind to tell this [censored] to hit me because I need the money, but I think better of it because (1) he might not have any money and (2) he probably would kill me. Somehow, our get to know each other session comes to an end and he walks away. We hit our tee shots and each go to our balls, where one of the retards for whom I was sticking up drills me in the leg with his second shot. |
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