Funny Golf Quotes Novels & Stories

When he’s so fucking pissed, he can’t even come up with another witty, dickish retort. It’s actually a fun little game I like to play—see how many digs it takes for him to shut down. Sometimes, I even try to beat my own record. Going for a low score, like in golf. Right now, I’d say I’m two under par. Arching a brow, I give the jackass a winning, plastic smile. “See you on the ice, Orlov.”

“So the idea in golf is that you want the ball to go in the hole, not in the wooded areas,” Boston said with a smirk that made me want to punch him in the nose. But I couldn’t do that to El. She’d have a fit if her groom had a black eye and swollen nose in the wedding pictures. “Well, crap.” I faked disappointment. “I better call it quits and meet you boys back at the clubhouse.”

God help me, I did. Date #2: Mini Golf Next, Ryder drove us to this mini golf course just outside town. I’ve never been a golf person, but I swear I laughed harder in that one hour than I had all semester. He kept cheating like blatantly cheating kicking my ball closer to the hole when he thought I wasn’t looking. And when I called him out, he said, “Babe, it’s strategy, not cheating.” “Babe?!” I nearly choked. “Since when are we babe?”

I couldn't help but smirk. "Shut up," he muttered before I could say anything. "I didn't say a word." "Your face said plenty." He grimaced, watching his ball's unfortunate resting place. "Damn it." I chuckled, climbing into the golf cart. "Maybe stick to medicine. Your patients can't run away when you butcher them."

in his peculiar way and couldn’t help but laugh. “Think I’m funny now?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend,” I said, still chuckling. “I just found your pronunciation of ‘prick’ quite funny.” “Seems you’re different in more ways than just golf. You must have inherited your mother’s sense of humor.” My eyes widened in surprise. “You knew my mother?” He wore a warm smile. “Yes, I did. We were close friends.” He turned and faced me

“You’re playing for your life now. Don’t choke.” He swallowed hard, his eyes darting back to the ball. He swung, and the club sliced through the air with a whiff, missing the ball completely. Marco snorted a laugh, and Scott shook his head, grinning. While Lorenzo and Niko just couldn't find amusement in anything. We were moving toward the next hole, the click of golf cleats on grass filling the air. Briggs was dragging behind, his face a sickly shade of gray, sweat glistening on his brow. Niko and Scott flanked him, subtly boxing him in.

“You think that was great?” I asked Johnny before hitting the ball with my golf club. It went right into the hole and I laughed. “Now, that’s what we call great.” Johnny sighed. “It’s been a while since I last played. You know what, I’m tired. Let’s go sit over there.” He pointed to a group of umbrella trees that had created a great and secluded shaded spot.

(This chapter is dedicated to my top fans. My keyboard knows you already. Thank you for your unwavering support, your votes and thumbs up, they are deeply appreciated. I hope you keep them coming) ************* / "Yet, you still deny that you are not as stupid as a pig!" Nicklaus glanced at her and made fun of her again. However, there was no much anger in his deep black eyes.

I replied, proving him wrong. “OK.” He shook his elbows slightly, his face serious again. Hastily, I added, “Eyes on ball. Remember: NOTHING moves. Rotate around your waist and swing.” He followed every instruction and swung the club. ***** An hour later… The game had ended and we were walking back to our golf carts. Mr. Clifford, owner of U.R.T's biggest supermarket, GreensMart, chuckled and patted Ralph's shoulder. "Old Harold always has a knack for spotting talents."

Tired of feeling like I was losing myself in someone else’s chaos. “You want to give it a try?” a voice asked beside me, snapping me out of my thoughts. I turned quickly, blinking at the Asian dude. I’d been so deep in my head, I’d almost forgotten I was standing in the middle of a golf course with him and Alex. “I don’t really know how to play,” I laughed lightly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear as he gently nudged the golf club toward me. “Huh? But you’re an expert.” He grinned, playful. “Isn’t she an expert, Mr. Blackwood?”