| There is a nick
on my ball so its spun out of bounds. |
| There is no port-a-potty,
and I have to go bad. |
| There is no way
that we are 500 yards out, its only 490. |
| There is too much
goose crap on the course. |
| These are my wife's
clubs. Mine are being re-gripped. |
| These are my wife's
golf shoes. Mine are being re-spiked. |
| These are new
clubs. |
| These are new
golf shoes. |
| These balatas
spin too much. I liked a harder shelled ball. |
| These balls don't
fly as far as yours, but I got a good deal on mine. |
| These clubs are
instruments of torture - I hate this game. |
| These green have
too much sand on them, it slows down all my putts. |
| These new balls
suck. I only like playing with range balls. |
| These sneakers
just don't get me the proper support required for my ankles. |
| This Alzheimer's
makes me forget where my ball landed. |
| This copper bracelet
is too tight on my wrist. I can't hold on to the club. |
| This course does
not have the yardage marked accurately. There is no way that was 139 yards. |
| This green isn't
fair. It's surrounded by bunkers. |
| This putter stinks.
It has no lines on it to set up the putt. |
| This wasn't considered
out of bounds last year. |
