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Saw more than one guy fall into a pond, lake or nasty water hazard...or five. Then they'd stand up, only to fall over again, stand up, and fall over a third time...after which they'd get on their hands and knees and crawl out to land, completely covered in this absolutely putrid mud, often missing a shoe, exhausted and completely demoralized. I think this happened at least once every time I went to this course. The courses there were lush and beautiful...if it wouldn't have been 9000 degrees (in the shade) with humidity so thick you could actually see it in the air.
Saw one guy go back to his cart, grab his whole bag of clubs and just hurl it into the lake! "FK it!!", he said. He quit golfing right then and there; he was completely "DONE!!". No more "gaf" (as many Americans called it) for him! That was always pretty entertaining to watch.
Saw many other guys just break down and start screaming, endlessly...at nothing. Just hollering, like until their buddy took the wheel and drove off. I'd hear endless screaming off in the distance. (I think they just kept screaming until they no longer had a voice). Their buddy would just drive them along and play his round, the dude screaming tirelessly in the cart the whole time. Malaysia would do this to a fella. It really would. Golf is hard enough without the torturous heat and humidity; it was just relentless. You know how you get kind of hot under the collar sometimes when you bungle a shot? Yeah, well, when it's hotter than the surface of the Sun, that only makes it worse.
Saw another guy drive his whole cart, clubs and all, into a pond and then just run off. No idea where that dude went! He's probably still out there somewhere. Just ran off. His buddies were saying..."Did you see where Jim went??? Looked like he just ran off!!" I was like...(shrug)..."Nope! Last I saw, he ran off that way. Looked like he was pretty upset." (probably the understatement of the decade).
Just hilarious shit like that.
Found random clubs all the time (in water holes, trees, the grass, roofs of rest areas, embedded in the dirt like a monument, etc.)
Oh, one time I saw this Japanese guy hit his ball off somewhere (I didn't see where), but he was definitely not liking it. He calmly walked over to his cart, gently set his club down, and then walked about 5 feet away and squatted down (like he was taking a dump). He was quiet for about 25 seconds just squatting there like that. All of a sudden he started growling, like..."ERRRR-Umph!...ERRR-Umph! GRRRR! ERRRR-UMPH!" He kept doing this, not moving. I was kinda' worried about that dude. I'm not sure what was goin' on with him, but he was one 'unhappy' Japanese guy!. I'll never forget the way he just squatted down like he was sitting on a toilet, but there was no toilet there...and he started this low growling, like a Sumo wrestler kind of. I'm not sure if he took a dump in his britches, or what was goin' on. It sure looked pretty funny though. I didn't mess with him at all, or even try to talk with him. Wasn't sure if he was gonna' jump up and start kicking and karate chopping like Bruce Lee or what! I figured if I'd intentionally taken a smoldering lava dump in my shorts, in the middle of a fairway, at 6000 degrees outside, because I was pissed, I'd probably be pretty dangerous too (best just leave him be!).
OMG, I gotta' stop!
Saw more than one guy fall into a pond, lake or nasty water hazard...or five. Then they'd stand up, only to fall over again, stand up, and fall over a third time...after which they'd get on their hands and knees and crawl out to land, completely covered in this absolutely putrid mud, often missing a shoe, exhausted and completely demoralized. I think this happened at least once every time I went to this course. The courses there were lush and beautiful...if it wouldn't have been 9000 degrees (in the shade) with humidity so thick you could actually see it in the air.
Saw one guy go back to his cart, grab his whole bag of clubs and just hurl it into the lake! "FK it!!", he said. He quit golfing right then and there; he was completely "DONE!!". No more "gaf" (as many Americans called it) for him! That was always pretty entertaining to watch.
Saw many other guys just break down and start screaming, endlessly...at nothing. Just hollering, like until their buddy took the wheel and drove off. I'd hear endless screaming off in the distance. (I think they just kept screaming until they no longer had a voice). Their buddy would just drive them along and play his round, the dude screaming tirelessly in the cart the whole time. Malaysia would do this to a fella. It really would. Golf is hard enough without the torturous heat and humidity; it was just relentless. You know how you get kind of hot under the collar sometimes when you bungle a shot? Yeah, well, when it's hotter than the surface of the Sun, that only makes it worse.
Saw another guy drive his whole cart, clubs and all, into a pond and then just run off. No idea where that dude went! He's probably still out there somewhere. Just ran off. His buddies were saying..."Did you see where Jim went??? Looked like he just ran off!!" I was like...(shrug)..."Nope! Last I saw, he ran off that way. Looked like he was pretty upset." (probably the understatement of the decade).
Just hilarious shit like that.
Found random clubs all the time (in water holes, trees, the grass, roofs of rest areas, embedded in the dirt like a monument, etc.)
Oh, one time I saw this Japanese guy hit his ball off somewhere (I didn't see where), but he was definitely not liking it. He calmly walked over to his cart, gently set his club down, and then walked about 5 feet away and squatted down (like he was taking a dump). He was quiet for about 25 seconds just squatting there like that. All of a sudden he started growling, like..."ERRRR-Umph!...ERRR-Umph! GRRRR! ERRRR-UMPH!" He kept doing this, not moving. I was kinda' worried about that dude. I'm not sure what was goin' on with him, but he was one 'unhappy' Japanese guy!. I'll never forget the way he just squatted down like he was sitting on a toilet, but there was no toilet there...and he started this low growling, like a Sumo wrestler kind of. I'm not sure if he took a dump in his britches, or what was goin' on. It sure looked pretty funny though. I didn't mess with him at all, or even try to talk with him. Wasn't sure if he was gonna' jump up and start kicking and karate chopping like Bruce Lee or what! I figured if I'd intentionally taken a smoldering lava dump in my shorts, in the middle of a fairway, at 6000 degrees outside, because I was pissed, I'd probably be pretty dangerous too (best just leave him be!).
OMG, I gotta' stop!