Scott, Tim and "Disheveled Links Guy..."

Dear Scott. This is why you can't get any takers for your Sunday morning rounds. Not because of the time, but because you really attract strange and "high maintenance" golfers. I do believe you need to retune your "mojo" on this one. Maybe a witch doctor?

Links at Northfork

Tim and I played the Links at Northfork on Sunday morning. We were scheduled to be first out at 6:30, but low and behold, a single ran up to the first tee box in front of us.

Not really phased by this atrocity, we hit a few puts on the practice green then got in the cart and made our way to the first tee box. Well, as luck would have it, the guy was waiting for us and asked to play with us because he doesn't like playing with himself ( couldn't resist.)

After a few holes, we figured out why he doesn't like playing alone. He needs someone to find his damn golf ball when he hits it into oblivion. Not that I don't do that from time to time mind you, but this guy was a piece of work.

So, after a lovely 3+ hour round being first off, hitting rock hard greens, and listening to this guy call himself a "douche bag" after every shot, we headed in for beer and bloodies.