Funny Golf Quotes Novels & Stories

It was nice to see someone who took a better shot than me “Three years and ten months. So technically, I’ve been playing for four years” he said, laughing We headed to where our balls landed, and I made the next shot since mine was further away, and it automatically went into the hole. I turned around and high-fived my caddie as he gave me a different club for the next hole “You know in New York, I was the best. I used to make eleven holes in one out of eighteen holes” I bragged as we moved to the next hole

Thwack, a distinctive sound reverberated as Alex propelled the golf ball with his golf club; "What a birdie," he exclaimed, watching the golf ball seamlessly roll inside the hole. "How do you keep doing this?" "Just admit I outclass you in golf," Seb retorted, confidently placing the shaft of his golf club on his shoulder. "It's not over yet, is it?" Alex inquired, grabbing another golf ball. Seb observed intently as Alex struck the golf ball, the shot nearly resulting in a birdie.

"Feel free to laugh at my expense. I intend to have a good chuckle at my Betas' attempts." His subsequent shot landed in the artificial sand trap, eliciting a chuckle from Rosette. Despite her efforts to assist him with what she believed were sound tips, his earnest attempts often resulted in the ball veering off course. "You might want to steer clear of coaching sports," he teased as they reached the final hole.

And the most crucial among all, I don’t know how to play golf! There are golf games I saw on television. They just need to hit the ball. It looks easy, but I bet it won’t be in real life. Besides, playing golf… is boring. I don’t want to offend those who love the sport or those who enjoy it. It is just my own perception as a poor human being. Nevertheless, Haidee told me before that I don’t need to prepare anything and that she will handle what I need. ‘So, that’s why she said that.’

“No, not at all. I have never even held a golf stick in my hands. This is my first time, I have only ever seen anyone play golf in movies. I really hope I won't disappoint.” “Nonsense, it doesn’t matter if you can't play dear, My first time here, I almost wrecked the whole club. I couldn’t even put a ball. I remember it like it was yesterday. At the end of the day, all that matters is having fun, and it’s not a golf stick Bailey, it’s called a golf club.” He said and we both burst into laughter. “Yeah, have you ever thought of pursuing it as a career? You know, to be a professional golfer?” I asked, taking another sip from the glass in hand.

Why does her smile have to be so beautiful? "Are you ready to lose, Rolando?" I heard Jessica’s dad jokingly ask my dad. "Ha! Maybe you should be worried. My champion is here," Dad said, winking at me. Jessica and I exchanged glances and laughed. "Do you know how to play golf, Jes?" I asked her. "Oh no, I played once, but honestly, it’s embarrassing, I couldn’t even hit the ball, hehe." Wow, her laugh is so soothing to hear.

The sun had grown a bit warmer, casting soft golden streaks across the manicured green lawns of the golf course, a pristine patch of privilege and old money where deals were made with smiles and subtle swings of golf clubs. Mr. Grayson, ever the eccentric but strategic old businessman, clapped his hands together lightly and smiled as if nothing in the air felt tense at all. “How about we hit a few rounds before we talk figures and paperwork?” he suggested, his tone light, but his eyes shrewd as they flicked from Lucas to Asher, then to Vera and Camilla. “Golf reveals more than you think. Strategy, precision… even temperament.” Asher smirked faintly. “You’d be surprised how telling a golf swi

He said both praising and mocking Nicklaus at the same time. But Nicklaus being a dotting husband didn’t care that he is being mocked he was rather happy when Kwan praised his wife. "I know; my wife is so great! " Nicklaus said. "Arrogant bastard," Kwan muttered which caused Nicklaus to smile. "I learned that from you." He said. "I am not arrogant." Kwan denied. Nicklaus raised a brow. "You are. But in a classy way." "Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

The quote for this picture said: Don’t take life too seriously. You’re not getting out of it alive. From the passenger seat, Isobel burst out laughing. “Oh my God, that’s hilarious.” Holding her side, she rolled to face me. “Who is it a quote from?” Her eyes glittered with joy and I had to admit, it felt nice, knowing she realized I’d made sure to find out the answer to that question already. “Elbert Hubbard,” I said. “Or at least, it’s similar to one of his quotes.”

"Bloody vultures. Waiting for us to die. Disgraceful, villains not heirs." We laughed all the way to the first tee. I’ll give it Mason. Man deserved a fucking Oscar. Twice I watched him deliberately leave birdie putts inches short. Even if the face he made behind their backs was priceless. I did my part too…sliced one drive that should never have left the fairway. Missed an eagle opportunity. Even fluffed a bunker shot badly enough that Dad looked positively delighted. By the eighteenth hole...The old men had beaten us by two strokes. They celebrated like they'd won the Masters. Gordon looked ten years younger. Edward wouldn’t stop smiling and practically floated into the clubhouse.