Funny Golf Sayings Novels & Stories

Liam uttered. “If you want to watch a movie, we could’ve just watch it in my room. I have lots of movies in there. ” I complained immediately. "Oh, how about golfing?" "Golfing?" I burst out laughing. “Is that an expensive mind? I mean, yeah, golfing might be fun for you guys but I don’t think I would enjoy that expensive game. ” For me, that game is too rich. I have always seen and watched dramas that when they play golf they are the children of a millionaire.

"Did you just lie to me, Mr. Martinez? You said you don't know how to play but you're playing quite well. You just scored a goal in your first try!" "I've seen folks playing it." Simply by looking? I viewed golfers on television too. I did what he did and used my golf stick to knock the ball while holding my golf stick. The ball was nowhere to be found when I turned to check in the front. What happened to the ball? Is it a hard hit? Did it travel far? Mr. Martinez pointed to where I was standing. "Why are you grinning?"

I laugh at his confidence. "Oh, you think so?" He rolls his eyes. "Please. I play real golf, how could it be harder than that? I'm going to wipe the floor with you" I laugh even harder at his smack talk.

“You’re a real pain in my ass, you know that?” “Yeah, but that’s why you love me,” he says, winking. “Now, go figure out your shit with Winona. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll figure out mine with Lisa.” “Or Phillip.” “He does play a good eighteen holes. It’s nice to have some real competition for a change.” He says looking thoughtful. Lance and I played golf for years together. It’s been a while. I know he’s just reminding me of the fact we haven’t in a while.

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?”

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.”

I couldn’t stop going on about how much fun we had at the amusement park. “And then, when you missed that mini-golf shot after talking all that big game—priceless!” I laughed, turning toward Marco, who was focused on the road but smirking. “That wasn’t a miss. It was strategy,” he said, shaking his head. “Strategy?” I raised an eyebrow, barely able to suppress a giggle. “You hit the ball into the water. I don’t think even Tiger Woods could spin that as a strategy.” “It’s called distracting your opponent,” he replied smoothly. “Clearly, it worked because you ended up taking three shots to get yours in.”

he said, the single word stretched thin, barely containing the laugh bubbling beneath. Elizabeth clapped, a bright, genuine sound. “Well, that’s further than Adam’s first shot when he was ten. So technically? You’re ahead of schedule.” Catherine smiled gently from the shade, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’re doing wonderfully, darling.” And just like that, with sunlight kissing the hills and laughter floating in the air, I let myself relax. Maybe I wasn’t good at golf. Maybe I’d never be. But I was surrounded by people who made it feel like that didn’t matter.

What Anna had hit with her club was actually the grass behind the ball, which landed somewhere far away, kicking up dust behind it. "Oh, it's okay, Anna! So what if you couldn't hit the ball? The way you sent that tough grass flying into the air without moving the ball from its spot—it was amazing! By the way, do you even know? The tough grass of this golf course is much more expensive than this ball," Nina said in a mocking tone, clapping her hands. Lucas also let out a slight laugh upon hearing her words. But Anna didn't have a moment to pay attention to them. She looked toward Mark and Patrick. Mark stood with a completely flat expression, but the tension on Patrick's face was clearly vis

Sloppy grounds, yet close. I once played golf for leisure with my older brother. I never found it fun, but he always said to do it for ‘the culture’. Now, as I stepped onto the tee, I hoped muscle memories would come to my aid. “Pod thirteen, step out for your distraction task,” the voice honed. There was that too. For a moment, I had forgotten that the smallest numbers get distracted. Well, the lady with Lucan strutted out casually. Hair in a ponytail and a strange kind of confidence that irked me in ways it shouldn’t.