It wouldn't be a set of Sam Snead "Blue Ridge" clubs would it? That would be my first set of "real" golf clubs, given to me by my parents over 50 years ago! They bought them from some department store that was back then, maybe Kresge's or Woolworth's. I think the clubs were swingweighted about a D8!
I love guys that fudge their "vanity" handicaps because they are easier to beat. Much better than those guys that play 4 times a week yet only have 4 rounds posted.
I play quite a bit by myself but all those times are practice rounds and it's extremely rare I play 18 holes alone. When I play with my group, it's match play so we do give the occasional gimmee. I promise you though, none of the guys in my group would give anything that might be missed, and birdies and eagles have to be putted out regardless of length. Hell the guy I was playing the other day made me mark a putt so short that my quarter fell in the hole! 😜
Oh, and this Frost poem... thinking it touches a nerve within all of us:
"My curse words rose with a dinning shout.One chasing another going out.I thought of doing something to the courseThat sickles do to thickest gorse.Clouds hung dark and low in the skies,And echoed my profanities in stark reprise.You could not tell, it seemed as ifMy purpose here was to stage each whiff,Whiff followed by whiff, and more besides.It looked as if my inept bona fidesWere on display, not only for the day, an age.Someone had better be prepared for rage.There will be more than my driver broken,Before my I’m calling it quits was spoken."