Pluggers by Rick McKee for May 13, 2021

needs an aspirin and an ice pack

Golf is a sport?

The old joke is true…“golf is a good walk spoiled”! ;D

No contact because it was Gentlemen Only – and Ladies Forbidden.

Which makes it so b-o-o-o-r-r-r-i-n-g.

He’s been clubbed.

Just say “NO” to golf ;-)

Golf spelled backwards is Flog.

i experienced embarrassing non-contact more than once when i whiffed while swinging…

Looks like an incentive to play faster.

Too much effort trying to kill something you cannot eat.

Golf originated from a game played on the eastern coast of Scotland, near Edinburgh. Players would attempt to hit a pebble over sand dunes and around tracks using a bent stick or club. During the 15th century, when Scotland was preparing to defend itself (yet again) from English invasion, their enthusiastic pursuit of golf led many to neglect their military training, so the Scottish parliament of King James II banned it in 1457. The ban was largely ignored and in 1502 the game gained the royal seal of approval when King James IV of Scotland (1473 -1513) became the world’s first golfing monarch.King Charles I brought the game to England and Mary Queen of Scots introduced the game to France. The term ‘caddie’ derives from the name for her French military aides, known as cadets.The first ever 18-hole course was constructed at St Andrews in 1764, establishing the now recognized standard for the game. King William IV honored the club with the title ‘Royal & Ancient’ in 1834, establishing the ‘Royal and Ancient Golf Club of St Andrew as the world’s premier golf club.At that time, golfers used hand-crafted wooden clubs usually made from beech with shafts of ash or hazel, and balls were made from compressed feathers wrapped in a stitched horse hide. [Historic UK, the History and Heritage Accommodation Guide]

There was a golf tournament last week on TV, sponsored by Valspar Paints. I took it to mean that they’re finally admitting that watching televised golf is akin to watching paint dry.

How unusual, a male plugger not suffering from Dunlop’s disease.

Once when I was a teen, I was playing golf with my dad when someone yelled “FORE!” My had bent over, covered his head with both his arms. I thought to myself “Jeez, what a pansy!” and the ball came sailing in right where his head would have been. I don’t know if he saw it coming or what, but I just stood there like a moron.

So was basketball, once upon a time.

Four? Quit lying. It took you seven to get out of the trap. Bonk