Funny Golf Sayings Novels & Stories

He said confidently, "Hit the ball into that hole within five strokes. How about it?" Alvin glanced at Sebastian and saw that the latter was still fiddling with his golf club. Alvin shook his head and laughed scornfully. Sebastian didn't look like he knew how to play at all. "You don't look like you know how to play. How about ten strokes, then?" Alvin relaxed the rules. He was being very arrogant. Sebastian swung his golf club and looked over at the hole, which was several hundred feet away. He smiled and said, "Let's do it within one stroke."

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.

“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.

She managed to catch her breath and pause for a sentence. "You play so well, Babe Ruth's no match for you." she broke into laughter again. Williams placed his hands akimbo. He covered his face and let out laughter. Man, he was bad at this. To think that a prince could not play golf. "You're supposed to encourage me. You're my coach here." "I'm not a golf coach, sir. I'm here to help you as your counselor, but a counselor sure needs to catch some laughter too." she chuckled some more and let her laughter fade away then she moved closer to him.

They all faced down immediately none daring to say a word "Great you guys are fast learners"I smirk, I started leaving when suddenly "I miss you" I heard Nicklaus say, I halted on my steps but did not turn my back I raised my left middle finger giving him the "Fuck you" Sign before I left gorgeously

Andrew I curled my fingers around the golf club, the new gloves Maggie had ordered just for this occasion clinging snugly to the grip. Sinking into my stance, I pulled back, set my eye on the ball, and swung with precision. The club’s head hit the ball with a satisfying smack, sending it flying through the air and onto the grass, about five feet away from the hole. A booming laugh echoed across the green. “Well done for a man who says he’s rusty.”

the man said in between chuckles that Shania wanted to slap him across the face and shut him up “Oh let me guess… you can't play golf…tsk tsk, it's a shame I'm more into women who aren't just pretty… but skilled in various fields,” the man added, giving a sarcastic expression. I didn't like the tone of his voice…especially when he was insulting me in broad daylight

“Come on, son, let’s play golf.” Aiden followed him back to the hole one of his men dug by hand for the golf game. He snatched a club from one of his men and passed it to Aiden. “Bet you can’t beat me, Aiden.” Don Carlos gestured at the man with the balls. The man fixed the ball close to the hole and nodded twice. He was sure, Don Carlos could win with just a knock at the ball with his club. Aiden waited for the man to leave the ball before he spoke up, knowing his father must have employed the clever fellow to entertain him in his golf field with his utter foolishness.

I replied, keeping my tone polite and deferential. He turned away, joining his friends with a swagger that only a man of his stature could muster. I lagged behind, the weight of the golf bag pulling at my shoulder, sweat trickling down my neck. The group’s laughter grew louder, their voices mingling with the clink of ice in their drinks. One of them, a silver-haired man with a gold Rolex gleaming on his wrist, grumbled, “This course is a joke. Last year, I played at Pebble Beach—now that’s a real golf course.” “You can’t compare,” Alfred replied, rolling his shoulders before lining up his next shot. “But it’s what we’ve got around here. Spencer, hurry with those clubs!”

Dad looks me in the eye laughs. Slow at first, then hysterically. He laughs so hard the whole golf cart shakes under his weight. His face turns red and tears roll down his face. I've never seen him find anything so funny. He wipes a couple of tears from his eyes. “You had me going there for a minute. Keller ‘The Playboy’ Marshall with a sigma for a mate! That’s rich!” I furrow my brow and frown. Has he lost his damn mind? Why would I make any of that up? When he sees I’m not laughing along with him, he suddenly stops.