Marshall

Playing by the rules does not necessarily make one a snob. I am a farmer by trade; yep a dig in the dirt type-o-guy, in other words, Joe Average. I really don’t care how other folks play, but playing by the rules makes a round much more rewarding. Honestly, how can a player get excited after sinking a long putt for a birdie if it’s on their second or third ball off the tee? When I pull up to a course in my pickup and end up playing with a guy who just arrived from court in his shiny new BMW, it makes no difference to the golf course, so why should it to me, you or anyone else? Yes there is elitism in golf, but in my experience it is only a very, very small minority of people who look down their noses at folks of lesser means. PLAY golf (not work golf), have fun, be happy, and don’t sweat the narrow minded players, lest you be confused as one yourself. Peace -Marshall

Greetings from Maryland. I really dig the site, there are a lot of great discussions to be found here. My story, (quickly): I was pretty much raised with a golf club in my hand, with my Dad as my only instructor. I drifted away from the game over the last decade or so and only played a couple of times a year. It hit me while watching this year’s US Open that I hadn’t shared a round with my Pop in a very long time. Dad and I got together for a twilight and it reminded me just how much I missed the game, I jumped back in the pool with both feet. I have been working very hard on the range and got myself an instructor (not my Dad). It’s good to be back on the course, but even better to be sharing my father’s passion with him. Again, I appreciate the candid discussion on all facets of the game. Thanks for reading and hit em well! Peace, -Marshall (yes, my real name)

I heard an obviously effeminate man yell “Skittles” at this year’s U.S. Open (the one in the United States). It was the only time I can remember belly laughing while watching a PGA event. I don’t miss the “You the man” guy at all. He never made me laugh. If you want to be a drunken douchebag, that’s fine, go ahead and let the world know by yelling something ridiculous after every tee shot. Drunken douchbaggery is not exclusively American, sad to say. I pretty sure the squawking assclown at the trophy presentation for this year’s Open (the one in the United States) was, ummm, not American.

Twilight rounds with my Dad, no question.

Farmer, we all have to eat. Dig the site, good stuff to read when I have to be inside.