Golf Poem
In My Hand I Hold A Ball,
White And Dimpled, And Rather Small.
Oh, How Bland It Does Appear,
This Harmless Looking Little Sphere.
By Its Size I Could Not Guess
The Awesome Strength It Does Possess.
But Since I Fell Beneath Its Spell,
I've Wandered Through The Fires Of Hell.
My Life Has Not Been Quite The Same
Since I Chose To Play This Stupid Game.
It Rules My Mind For Hours On End;
A Fortune It Has Made Me Spend.
It Has Made Me Curse And Made Me Cry,
And Hate Myself And Want To Die.
It Promises Me A Thing Called Par,
If I Hit It Straight And Far.
To Master Such A Tiny Ball,
Should Not Be Very Hard At All.
But My Desires The Ball Refuses,
And Does Exactly As It Chooses.
It Hooks And Slices, Dribbles And Dies,
And Disappears Before My Eyes.
Often It Will Have A Whim,
To Hit A Tree Or Take A Swim.
With Miles Of Grass On Which To Land,
It Finds A Tiny Patch Of Sand.
Then Has Me Offering Up My Soul,
If Only It Would Find The Hole.
It's Made Me Whimper Like A Pup,
And Swear That I Will Give It Up.
And Take To Drink To Ease My Sorrow,
But The Ball Knows ... I'll Be Back Tomorrow.
A recent study found that the average golfer
Walks about 900 miles a year.
Another study found that golfers drink, on
Average, 22 gallons of alcohol a year.
This means that, on average, golfers get about
41 miles to the gallon!
Kind of makes you proud.
Almost makes you feel like a hybrid. . .
Golf Ball hitting steel at 150 mph.
This one you will not believe, but @ 70,000 pictures a second, it will make
you a believer. Whether you are a golfer or not, this is pretty amazing. I
thought golf balls were fairly hard. Golfers and non golfers will be
interested in seeing this.
No one has a swing speed of 150 mph, including Tiger Woods who is just under
130 mph. I had no idea the golf ball compresses this much. But first a
little history I recently learned:
1 - The Pro V-1 golf ball by Titleist is actually a three part ball, but you
have to have a club head speed of at least 100 mph or more to be able to
compress all three stages. If you don't the ball never fully compresses and
you don't get the distance out of it that the pro's do.
2 - We duffers will get more distance out of a ball that only has two stages
of compression, like the Titleist NX Tour. It is more suited to our swing
speed and we can compress it upon impact and can hit it further than the Pro
V-1 ball.
3 - So the secret is not to buy the most expensive balls out there because
we are actually decreasing the distance we can hit the ball, unless your
club head speed is over 100 mph, which unless you are 21 to 50 years old,
isn't going to happen!!! Watch this video, this shows what a golf ball goes
through when hit at 150 mph, it's amazing to me how long these balls last.
Maybe that's why the Pros use new balls ever time they play.
Remember, it's 70,000 frames per second.
Can golf balls deform that dramatically? What you see in this clip is happening in less than 1/1000 th of a second. That's too fast for the human eye to perceive in detail, but a super-slow motion camera can capture it. Editor's note: The footage comes from the BBC and was shown during golf coverage. We were unable to establish whether a regulation golf ball or a 'practice ball' (with higher elasticity) was used for this experiment. It looks like a more flexible ball than the one Canadian golf champion Jason Zuback used to break the world ball speed record on the Sports Science episode, where he accelerated a golf ball to a speed of 328 km/h (204 mph). (FLIXEY.com)
THE DRIVER!!!!!!
At dawn the telephone rings.
"Hello, Senor Rod? This is Ernesto, the caretaker at your country house."
"Ah yes, Ernesto. What can I do for you? Is there a problem?"
"Um, I am just calling to advise you, Senor Rod, that your parrot, he is dead".
"My parrot? Dead? The one that won the International competition?"
"Is, Senor, that's the one."
"Damn! That's a pity! I spent a small fortune on that bird. What did he die from?"
"From eating the rotten meat, Senor Rod."
"Rotten meat? Who the hell fed him rotten meat?"
"Nobody, Senor. He ate the meat of the dead horse. "
"Dead horse? What dead horse?"
"The thoroughbred, Senor Rod."
"My prize thoroughbred is dead?"
"Yes, Senor Rod, he died from all that work pulling the water cart."
"Are you insane? What water cart?"
"The one we used to put out the fire, Senor."
"Good Lord! What fire are you talking about, man?"
"The one at your house, Senor! A candle fell and the curtains caught on fire."
"What the hell? Are you saying that my mansion is destroyed because of a candle?!"
"Yes, Senor Rod."
"But there's electricity at the house! What was the candle for?"
"For the funeral, Senor Rod."
"WHAT BLOODY FUNERAL??!!"
"Your wife's, Senor Rod". She showed up very late one night and I thought she was a thief, so I hit her with your new Ping G15 204g titanium head golf club with the TFC 149D graphite shaft."
SILENCE...........LONG SILENCE.........VERY LONG SILENCE.
"Ernesto, if you broke that driver, you're in deep shit."
WHAT YOU NEED IS EXPERIENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A father, son and grandson went to the country club for their weekly round of golf. Just as they reached the first tee, a beautiful young blonde woman carrying her bag of clubs approached them. She explained that the member who brought her to the club for a round of golf had an emergency that called him away and asked the trio whether she could join them. Naturally, the guys all agreed.
Smiling, the blonde thanked them and said, 'Look, fellows, I work in a topless bar as a dancer, so nothing shocks me anymore. If any of you want to smoke cigars, have a beer, bet, swear, tell off-color stories or do anything that you normally do when playing a round together, go ahead. But, I enjoy playing golf, consider myself pretty good at it, so don't try to coach me on how to play my shots.'
With that the guys agreed to relax and invited her to drive first. All eyes were fastened on her shapely behind as she bent to place her ball on the tee.. She then took her driver and hit the ball 270 yards down the middle, right in front of the green. The father's mouth was agape. 'That was beautiful,' he said. The blonde put her driver away and said, 'I really didn't get into it, and I faded it a little.'
After the three guys hit their drives and their second shots, the blonde took out an eight iron and lofted the ball within five feet of the hole. (She was closest to the pin.) The son said, 'Damn, lady, you played that perfectly.' The blonde frowned and said, 'It was a little weak, but even an easy seven would have been too much club. I've left a tricky little putt.' She then tapped in the five-footer for a birdie. Having the honors, she drove first on the second hole, knocked the heck out of the ball, and it landed nearly 300 yards away smack in the middle of the fairway.
For the rest of the round the statuesque blonde continued to amaze the guys, quietly and methodically shooting for par or less on every hole.
When they arrived at the 18th green, the blonde was three under par, and had a very nasty 12-foot putt on an undulating green for a par. She turned to the three guys and said, 'I really want to thank you all for not acting like a bunch of chauvinists and telling me what club to use or how to play a shot, but I need this putt for a 69 and I'd really like to break 70 on this course. If any one of you can tell me how to make par on this hole I'll take him back to my apartment, pour some 35-year-old Single Malt Strath Mill Scotch in him, fix him a steak dinner and then show him a very good time the rest of the night.'
The yuppie son jumped at the thought! He strolled across the green, carefully eyeing the line of the putt and finally said, 'Honey, aim about 6 inches to the right of the hole and hit it firm. It will get over that little hump and break right into the cup.'
The father knelt down and sighted the putt using his putter as a plumb. 'Don't listen to the kid, darlin', you want to hit it softly 10 inches to the right and let it run left down that little hogback, so it falls into the cup.'
The old gray-haired grandfather walked over to the blonde's ball, picked it up and handed it to her and said, 'That's a gimme, sweetheart.'
The blonde smiled and said, 'Your car or mine?'
OLD AGE AND TREACHERY WILL OVERCOME YOUTH AND SKILL EVERY TIME!
Golf is better than work!!!
(This one from the webmaster)
In 1923, who were:
1 President of the largest steel company?
2 President of the largest gas company?
3 President of the New York stock Exchange?
4 Greatest wheat speculator?
5 President of the Bank of International Settlement?
6 Great Bear of Wall Street?
These men were considered some of the worlds most successful of their days
now, 80 years later, the history book asks us if we know what ultimately became of them?
The Answers:
1.. The president of the largest steel company.
Charles Schwab,
..died a pauper.
2. The president of the largest gas company,
Edward Hopson,
...went insane.
3. The president of the NYSE,
Richard Whitney,
..was released from prison
to die at home.
4. The greatest wheat speculator,
Arthur Cooger,
...died abroad, penniless.
5. The president of
the Bank of International Settlement,
...shot himself.
6 The Great Bear of Wall Street,
Cosabee Livermore,
...also committed suicide
However, in that same year, 1923, the PGA Champion
and the winner of the most important golf tournament,
the US Open was
Gene Sarazen.
What became of him?
He played golf until he was 92,
died in 1999 at the age of 95.
He was financially secure
at the time of his death.
The Moral:
Sod work...play golf.