Funny Golf Sayings Novels & Stories

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.

"Ah, yes, Pebble Beach. A truly remarkable course. The wind was a devil that day, but I managed to tame it. Shot a 78, if you can believe it. Best round I've had in years." "Remarkable," Jasper repeated, leaning forward with apparent interest. "I must confess, my own golfing skills are… less refined. Though I do appreciate the strategy involved. The ability to anticipate the ball's trajectory, to adjust for the wind, the terrain… it’s quite similar to navigating the complexities of the business world, wouldn’t you agree?" Hemmings puffed out his chest, clearly enjoying the comparison. "Precisely, Davenport! Golf is a metaphor for life. You have to be strategic, patient, and always have a bac

It landed farther than Dylan’s, rolling to a confident stop. Dylan scoffed. “Show-off.” He leaned against his club, watching as Lucas lined up his next shot. “I wonder how you have time to play golf when the Evans Corporation is in the middle of crisis.” Lucas didn’t even blink. With a smooth, effortless swing, he sent the ball soaring across the course, landing it just inches from the hole. “Because I have everything under control.” Dylan was unimpressed. “That’s what every arrogant businessman says right before they crash and burn.”

“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.”

I hit the ball a few times, all of which were misses and turned out to be my worst shots so far. All eyes were on me like they were really disappointed with my game this time. Until one of my friends expressed his disappointment. "Hey, Darren. Come on! Seriously? Why are you playing so badly today? Did something happen?" "I don't know." Annoyed with myself, I handed the golf club to my assistant. Then, I walked to the lounge chair to sip some water and relax for a while. My friends also followed me with their respective golf caddies. I stared in annoyance at all my friends. They were showing their indulgence to those women. Some of them deliberately had their women sit on their laps while ot

There was always next time. “Wow. That was a great shot,” Corey praised and patted Monte on the shoulder. “Yeah, well,” Monte shrugged, “I’m better with women than I am with golf.” His brother’s loud laugh boomed through the trees, startling the other golfers. His dad just rolled his eyes. Monte chuckled.

(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 described him reaching for his ball, Van holding him steady, then the loud rip of his too-tight pants and the hilarity that ensued. “Aiden fell, taking Van with him. As Aiden climbed out of the water, he slipped again, mooning some other golfers. Van was laughing so hard he couldn’t get out of the water. Aiden kept searching for his damn ball, flashing us every time he did. By the time he crawled out of the water with his golf ball in hand, we’d all seen his other balls swinging in the wind far too often.” I waggled my eyebrows as Katy snorted with laughter. “A bunch of grown men lying around the greens laughing like schoolboys. That’s when we were asked to retire to the clubhouse.” “Oh my

she asked. “Two per man,” he said. “Learn two things that aren’t money. A faith, a superstition. A child’s allergy. The exact club he used when he hit his only hole-in-one. That kind of detail makes people think you’re inside their house without having to stand in their kitchen.”

So cheesy. He didn't mind that I laughed, instead, he swung the golf ball, hitting the ball to a farther distance. “Wow! Wow!” My eyes followed the ball before a wide smile spread on my lips. “Alright, Davis, I know you were going to win me in this. Your father was good at it, so I expect nothing different” Mr. Chao said before turning to me, “Why don't you give it a try, Grace” he asked as he moved his chin, gesturing to the man beside us to give a golf club