Week 1 of Golf Blogger Survivor sees several smelly blogs

Ok, Golf Blogger Survivors, here it is. As many readers likely guessed, the Secret Word for the week was – flatulent! Some great efforts, some not so great, and some bloggers missed the deadline entirely (for shame, Rich at Eat Golf.

Still, as I am not perfect (almost, but not quite) perhaps someone missed the all-important e-mail sent Monday or maybe I missed the blog, so let me know if any of you feel cheated in any way, and you can continue. Those who are continuing will have their second secret word in their e-mail today.

Remember, just three rounds, then one “Playoff round” will decide who is the First-ever, Golf Blogger Survivor!

That being said, here were the efforts last week, I have my favorites but everyone gets a vote!

Golf Blogger Survivor: Week 1

Golf Chick’s blog about a day golfing at Sunset Hills:

“When speaking with people, I’m usually rather terse. When I write, especially today, I’m as long winded as a flatulent giraffe.”

Luke Swilor telling us about his battle at tourney in Southern Arizona:

“I had to endure a day where a guy in my group was hitting it 70 yards by me every hole. I’m not a short hitter, but this guy made me feel like a flatulent old man. I tell my buddy about him, and, come to find out, he took 2nd in the world long-drive last year. His name is Danny “the blade” Luirette, “the world’s longest lefty.” He’s about 8′2″ tall, and he can mash it.”

The Armchair Golfer being impressed with John Daly’s RV:

John Daly is not big on flying, so he drives from tournament to tournament. In style, I might add. His wheels are actually an RV. But this ain’t your flatulent grandpa’s RV.

My Daily Slice on Match-play strategies:

“On my next backswing, he let out another flatulent abomination that I think was heard by the group on the 5th tee. Well, let’s just say that it went downhill for me after that. All I could think about was his gas. I promptly lost all the remaining holes to him.
After paying up, I sulked to the locker room. I told my story to one of the attendants. “Looks like you got pilfered by Flatulent Buddy,” he grinned. “

Ron Mon on Steven Bowditch:

Punctuating his four days in Palm Springs with a six-bogey, one-double, one-triple, three-birdie Saturday, Steven Bowditch’s over-par performance necessitated a trip to the drug store. Kaopectate, Immodium, gas-x, anything to relieve the spate of flatulent bogitis that ruined his time in the desert.

Mark Nessmith on PGA Merchandise Show Exhibitors:

“Those of you who have been to the PGA Merchandise Show & Convention know what kind of flatulent hooey some of the exhibitors spew”

Golf Punk on Golf Punkers at the PGA Merchandise Show:

“So strong are the bonds of friendship and unity in GolfPunk Towers, that we don’t believe a single word they say. We reckon that they are more likely to be seen dancing on MTV’s ‘Singled Out’ with an over-sized pair of mouse ears strapped to their heads than browsing the equipment in a room crammed with people smelling like a Skunk convention with a flatulence problem.”

The Undaunted Duffer gets it into his and headline:

“Speak Up and Articulate Or Sit There and Flatulate(?)”

Another Golf Web site on Golf Clubs and Flying:

“Among airlines, a set of golf clubs is about as welcome as a flatulent dog at a wine tasting. Which is why anyone taking their clubs through the air needs to invest in a dedicated golf travel bag.”