I know 100% as I’ve witnessed it...a golfer curses and my kid hears it...it’s followed by a laugh. My kids seldom watch golf with me. I’m thankful for the laugh we both got that showed them that elite athletes are normal people to.
That's why, after a bad shot (sometimes) the following noun is "me". I never blame the course or any of the people I'm playing with. Though I may blame the threesome 2 holes ahead playing at a snail's pace.
Strange day. 1st holes I looked lost. Hit some ugly shots. Opened +4 through 3. Got it together and shot 6 over on the front. Only bogey on the back was at 17. 8 pars and 37. Normally I play the front well then fall apart late. It’s rare to open like shit and play the back great. I’ll take the 42/37.