Lies!!! Lies!!! No more lies!!!!

[RickPinewild]

Works for me. I could probably be talked into driving down your way. We could recruit Eddie Cox and Annikan Skywalker. You won't learn much from me, but those boys are for real.

Sounds like a great foursome to me, I met Ed last summer and took a lesson from David a few weeks ago. Set it up and I'll be there. I might be able to get us on #8.

[bambam]

...I work by a golf course that is 4 minutes from my work. Lunch time is my favorite part of my day...

After 2 years of my wife working on her masters and golfing whenever I wanted, I'm doin' the same thing...only way to go if you got a family. The other solution I came up with was to build an indoor "range" (driving mat + net soon to be a piece of carpet) in our barn..."honey, goin' out to the barn for a few minutes!"

got get them kiddies hooked on crack too.

While we were doing the baby shower registration thing, I snuck away when my wife wasn't looking and registered for one of those little Nike golf golf clubs. Luckily I have a couple un-married friends who knew what the baby really needed!

[YodasLuke]

Ok boys . . . let's help each other out. If you REALLY want to help your game, this is where we should start.

What is the MOST deceitful dispicable dishonest LIE that you have told your wife/significant other/baby's mama so you could sneak away to the golf course or practice range?

Let's hear how creative you bunch of Koolaid slurpers really are . . .

I ain't talking about the old stand-bys either like . . .

"I had a meeting that ran a bit long sweetheart."
"I was shopping early for our 60th anniversary."
"I decided to take your mother to lunch."
"I went to the Dr. Phil show to get some pointers on improving our relationship and to figure out how to get you to . . . SHUT THE HELL UP!!!"

Do like I did, and join the ranks of teaching professionals. All you have to do to get in the PGA is pass an easy playing test, work for three years at $17,000 a year as a cart boy or counter jockey, do all the workbooks and pass all the tests, then find some cow pasture that will allow your sorry butt to solicit lessons. Then you've got it made.

Wife on the phone... "Hey, sweetie. Where are you?"
Hubbie... "I'm still at work, as usual."
Work = Golf
Golf = Work
It's very convenient.

Warning: Always check your back right pocket before going home. The glove hanging out of the pocket is a sure giveaway.

[hcw]

"Hey honey...I have this science meeting I HAVE to go to in Australia. Where in Australia? Oh, near Cairns. I think it's sorta a resort place with a convention center, Palm Cove is the name. I'm sure we'll be too busy to do any of the resort stuff."

...was actually very early on in TGM and only hit a few buckets with borrowed clubs...plus this happened on the course (see repply #10) and was in the papers the day before i got there:

http://www.hedonistica.com/archives/..._eats_kang.php

...now that's what i call a hazard!

-hcw

[bambam]

Do like I did, and join the ranks of teaching professionals. All you have to do to get in the PGA is pass an easy playing test, work for three years at $17,000 a year as a cart boy or counter jockey, do all the workbooks and pass all the tests, then find some cow pasture that will allow your sorry butt to solicit lessons. Then you've got it made.

Wife on the phone... "Hey, sweetie. Where are you?"
Hubbie... "I'm still at work, as usual."
Work = Golf
Golf = Work
It's very convenient.

Warning: Always check your back right pocket before going home. The glove hanging out of the pocket is a sure giveaway.

You seemed to have come up with a brilliantly simple solution to the problem at hand by attaching your livelihood to golf. The resulting problem will require a thread of it's own to discuss how to convince the wife to live in a cow pasture on the salary of a counter jockey for at least 3 years!

[YodasLuke]

You seemed to have come up with a brilliantly simple solution to the problem at hand by attaching your livelihood to golf. The resulting problem will require a thread of it's own to discuss how to convince the wife to live in a cow pasture on the salary of a counter jockey for at least 3 years!

They call it "paying your dues".

[bambam]

been there done that (still doing a little) ...just not in golf It would require a miracle to pull that off again!

[ThinkingPlus]

I have found that pouting and throwing fits will usually get my hubby to drag his aspirations to the golf course with me. I try not to play by myself when he is home because the guilt trip awaiting my return is too much to bear.

[12 piece bucket]

I have found that pouting and throwing fits will usually get my hubby to drag his aspirations to the golf course with me. I try not to play by myself when he is home because the guilt trip awaiting my return is too much to bear.

Well this big ole helicopter thang come down out the sky . . . and there was this whatchacallit that looked just like a wo-man. . . it said . . . GET YOUR CLUBS LET'S PLAY 36!!! I fell straight off the damn tractor . . . when I come to . . . there wuz an upside down footjoy logo right there on my noggin. And some strange lookin' chunks of grass that looked like a dang bacon strip. I ain't come out the double wide since even when that tornado ripped the roof of the shed.

Uh are you from Mars? I have never met such a being. Take me to your leader.

[ThinkingPlus]

Well this big ole helicopter thang come down out the sky . . . and there was this whatchacallit that looked just like a wo-man. . . it said . . . GET YOUR CLUBS LET'S PLAY 36!!! I fell straight off the damn tractor . . . when I come to . . . there wuz an upside down footjoy logo right there on my noggin. And some strange lookin' chunks of grass that looked like a dang bacon strip. I ain't come out the double wide since even when that tornado ripped the roof of the shed.

Uh are you from Mars? I have never met such a being. Take me to your leader.

Well, yes I do get a big manic about it. That is what happens when you get real close to being good, but haven't quite gotten there yet. Just like today when I headed out to the range at lunch in a 25 MPH wind. Did nothing for my game, but I felt better.