My worst golf shot would have gone onto the adjacent fairway if it hadn’t nailed the marshal in the kidney and shot him out of the cart. No lie. Didn’t even have a chance to yell “FORE!!” I think that was the same day my group got behind a group of four guys and a woman playing best ball. The guys were hitting moon shots. Her tee shot came to rest about 20 yards in front of the tee box — and that was the best ball, because while the guys were hitting long, they were spraying them left and right out of bounds.
May 8, 2015