DEPARTMENTS
 

JUNE 2008

Graduation:
A Special Ceremony for C-M Seniors
Dominic Bioni stands at attention as the Canon-McMillan
graduation ceremony gets underway.


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On the Fringe

Sneak Attack on the Green
By Luke Flanigan

So I’m standing off to the side of the green on the short par 4, preparing to hit a little chip on a glorious afternoon. I was locked in mentally, confident that I would hit a soft flop shot onto the green, nestle it close to the cup, and set up a birdie attempt. But then, in a flash, my concentration was wrecked. I heard two distinct voices shouting in desperation, “Fore! Fore! Fore!” I didn’t even have time to think, I simply turned away from the shrieking golfers, bent over, covered my head and then felt the cold, stinging sensation of a poorly struck Titleist as it ricocheted off my rear.

I turned, stunned, as I watched a pair of elderly men running toward me with looks of concern on their faces. Apparently, one of them was about 40 yards away and playing out of the rough when he hooked a screamer out of the cabbage and sent it hurtling toward me.

Was I angry? No. I just … turned the other cheek.

Bad puns notwithstanding, we can’t expect that every person out on a public course is going to be a proficient player. Therefore, errant shots are going to happen. Those guys did exactly what you should do when mis-hitting a shot, warn the other players on the course. At least I had the opportunity to cover up, which is all you can ask for. And, truth be told, if you’re going to get hit anywhere, the caboose is the right place. At least nothing except your dignity gets hurt that way.

My situation ended with the offending party apologizing profusely and buying me beers in the clubhouse where I ended up unveiling, to everybody brave enough to look, the nice, deep, purple bruise on my gluteusmaximus, complete with blue dimple marks from the ball.

We had a good chuckle, but in reality, getting hit with a rogue golf ball is no joking matter. More and more people are injured and even killed every year as the popularity of the sport has more players on the courses now than ever before. I have seen people hit before, once in the face, by shots from frustrated golfers who failed to shout “fore.” Players left spitting out teeth, nursing eye injuries, or worse, has become an unfortunate reality of the sport.

While it is rare to actually get hit, anybody who has ever played any amount of golf has been at least nearly struck while on the course.

While that is bad enough, having no warning is unacceptable.

Often, angry golfers refuse to shout fore when hitting a poor shot.

Sometimes, they just don’t think about it, other times they simply don’t care. Many times a shot will be so awful that it goes two fairways over to where the player can’t see if anybody is over there or not, so they choose to say nothing. Well, when in doubt, shout “fore” at the top of your lungs, more than once, just to be sure you are heard. On a vast space such as a golf course, where trees can impede your vision and wind can make it difficult to hear, it is vital that you let the other players know about your awful shot.

It doesn’t matter how you say it, “Fore,” “4,” or “IV,” just be sure to say it and say it loud. Don’t worry, nobody is going to judge you for being a poor golfer; they will praise you for not bombarding them in a Pearl Harbor-like sneak attack.

Oh, and about that perfect shot I envisioned before I was whacked by the stray ball, I ended up hitting a lovely little pitch shot from about “four” yards off the green to about “four” feet, but, I lipped out the putt, settling for a “four” on the hole. How fitting.

 

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