My favourite moment ever:

I was quite young, 12 or 13, and golfing with my father. My dad has quite areputation for having a foul temper. He was never good at chipping the ball so as soon as he got inside 30 yards he would try to putt the ball on the green. Well, in one of these attempts he managed to only get the ball 1/2 way to teh green. On his second attempt, he again failed to get the ball on the green. He was furious and through his putter. It went whrilling through the air, straight for the flag. The putter shaft hit the flag stick and broke his putter shaft in half!!!!! I still laugh uncontrollable when I tell the story.

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Gord

Quote of the month:
"It's easy to see golf not as a game at all but as some whey-faced, nineteenth-century Presbyterian minister's fever dream of exorcism achieved through ritual and self-mortification." ~Bruce McCall