Believe it or not, some residents of a golf community actually think it’s YOUR fault when your drive strikes their humble abode lying just 20 yards right of the fairway.
A few weekends ago I was visiting some friends in town for business in Jacksonville for the weekend with my brother. Though they had a cushy pad at the Sawgrass Marriott Resort (so that’s why accounting fees are so high. . .), finding a tee time or $200 to play it was a long shot, so we found a reasonably priced course down the road, Windsor Parke, a nice public golf community.
The course is extremely penal: someone in our foursome ran out of balls by the 13th. But probably the most laughable thing to happen was on the back nine, when my brother’s drive sailed right and disappeared into the trees. As we rode up to the probable landing zone, a woman came out of her house and stepped across the white O.B. stakes, the only thing separating her backyard from the course.
You would think these white stakes separated Jews and Palestinians, Jon Stewart and conservatives, or Ron Artest and common sense. Because she was clearly not approaching to offer us cider and cookies. She looked visably shaken.
“Excuse me,” she said in a nagging, “I-can’t-believe-you-didn’t-take-your-shoes-off-before-you-came-inside-again” voice. “But your ball hit my house. It almost hit my window.” Adding insult to injury, she went on to say, “You’re wayyyy off track you know.”
Way off track? Your house, along with thousands of others across America nestled so close to the fairway an Olympic long jumper would have a breeze with, is in the way! Did you not get the memo that 90% of golfers can hit the side of a barn (or in this case pool room) but can’t for the life of them keep it in bounds?
This isn’t the only occassion I’ve come across homeowners infuriated with my group’s mishaps (I’m not that bad at golf, really). For most of us, a mishit doesn’t mean a drive rolls barely into the first cut of rough. Most golfers blade wedge shots forty yards over the green, shank 8-irons, and their driver could be deemed a “WMD” in the right country.
Would you buy a loft on Bourbon Street and complain about the noise? Buy an SUV in New York City and rant about the parking? Well, for every luxury an on-course property has, there’s a Top-Flite five yards away from landing in your lemonade. Rather than get upset with the golfer who has opened your eyes to the apparent golf course in your back yard, how about calling your realtor who conned you into this intrusive hell with more resale value. . .or just wear a helmet while gardening.
WorldGolf.com's Brandon Tucker offers his unique perspective on golf and travel destinations from Scotland and Ireland to Myrtle Beach. He also chimes in on news events on the PGA and LPGA Tours, Tiger Woods, Phil Mickelson and other happenings around the world of golf.
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