I've been ejected from the golf course management degree (even though I never hit a golf ball). It wasn't only the constant fear of being hit by a ball, it was all the fertilizer I inhaled from the greens. I'm now studying 'Pataphysics, the science of the particular, the science of 'laws governing exceptions'. I've swapped golf holes (green holes) for Black holes.
Sunday, 22 May 2011
The State Of The Greens
Look at the state of the greens! Dog-shit bins, and most golf courses have a hole in the form of a dog’s leg. A dogleg hole is one that bends, changing direction (dog-legging) at some point along its length. Dog walkers on golf courses are a common sight – as a great many golf courses are on common land; there’s a golf course near me, on Wimbledon common were dog walkers carry their dog’s shit in a plastic bag (often a see-through bag). I’ve never seen it happen but it must have: a dog cocking its leg on a golf flag marking a dogleg hole. And I’ve never bothered to weigh the average dog shit, but I imagine it weighs about the same as a golf ball.
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