With the long hair and those silly leather bracelets, this guy got what he deserved. I’m actually pretty disappointed that he didn’t cry, but I like to think that he did during the portion where the video cuts. Fore.
You probably came to this post looking for some sort of vintage Peter North quadruple roper clip, but that’s certainly not the case. Some old dude (66) named Bob Hickey actually did the golf version of this feat, in of all places, Gaylord, Michigan.
Hickey, who finished at 2-over-par 74, says he’d made two eagles but never came close to a hole-in-one before Thursday. The long-haul trucker says he thinks he benefited from “just pure luck.”
Somehow, being a long-haul trucker, I don’t think Hickey was there for the golf. There’s a 99% chance that Hickey was looking for some “action” in the woods and got busted by the course ranger. His only defense must have been to distract the ranger by saying that he just hit a hole-in-one, twice.
Via Boston.com
SARASOTA - The longtime manager of Bobby Jones Golf Club was arrested Wednesday on felony charges that he cashed in nearly $10,000 worth of bogus gift certificates at the city-run course’s pro shop.
Ray Grady, who managed Bobby Jones Golf Club in Sarasota for 19 years, resigned two weeks ago.
Ray Grady is charged with fraud, forgery and official misconduct. He resigned two weeks ago after 19 years as manager, citing personal issues.
Ray is a fool. Everyone knows the way you make money working at a golf course is selling the range balls on Ebay. Either that or hiring a bunch of prostitutes to work the course under the cover of being a drink cart girl.
So the big question that remains to be answered is how the hell did Ole Ray get caught? I’m not Kojak, but I think I have a clue who might have thrown him under the bus. Someone evidently didn’t get a free sweater from the pro shop…
Stephen Gillum, an annual fee holder at the course and a member of its city advisory board, said Grady’s arrest was not a surprise.
“He always thought he knew everything and that Bobby Jones golf course was his own personal property,” Gillum said.
I’ve seen this happen time and time again. You make the turn after shooting a 48 and polishing off two dogs and a six pack of the Beast, when out of nowhere a tree attacks your golf cart!
All kidding aside, it’s obvious that these guys were hammered and screwing around with the golf cart. We’ve all done it, but very rarely does it end in your buddy getting impaled by a tree limb.
So this leads my to my question of the day. What’s the strangest thing you’ve ever witnessed on the golf course?
I doubt anyone can top this. On a bachelor party last June I witness a cohort of mine dropping a deuce bigelow on the 15th tee box. The beauty of it was that we were the first group to tee off, so everyone else had to tee off around it.
Beat that!
June is knocking on the door, and I just realized that I haven’t hit the golf course yet. Granted the weather in New England has sucked balls lately, but it’s still no excuse. It’s my duty as a man to swill beers, drive a funny looking cart around, and spend time looking for a little white ball in the woods at least once a week from now until October.
So I was thinking I should help promote the sport of golf to my readers, and what better way to do that than with 19 pictures of Natalie Gulbis. That’s right, one picture for each hole.
Feel free to swing by Natalie’s Myspace page and say hello. It’s a ghost town over there, and I’ve never seen a sexier chick on Myspace with zero friends.
Update: Busted Coverage writes today about the next Natalie Gulbis. UCLA’s Sydnee Michaels is on only a sophomore, but looks like she could give Natalie a run for her money.
I’ve never been to the Masters, but I’ve always thought it was just like a mullet. What I’m saying is that the Masters is business up front, and a party in the back. To the national television audience, the Masters is just a bunch of rich white guys going to watch the world’s best golfers make a run at the green jacket. To the local Augustans, it means one thing…time to get stinken shitfaced with a bunch of brauds in bikinis!
On Wednesday, there was the traditional par 3 tournament that all but solidified the fact that Rori Sabatini would not win the Masters. Just down the street, the real attraction was the Hooters Par 3 Bikini contest. I don’t know about you, but a par 3 bikini contest sounds a lot better than watching Mickelson’s kid 4 putt.
Also, someone should tell that chick with the “1st runner up” sash, that if you’re not first you’re last.
Tiger is just toying with everyone right now. The reaction of Bart Bryant pretty much summed up the feelings of everyone on the tour right now. This guy is unstoppable.
