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Yellow Ball

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  1. @Samuel09152 You may or may not know me. But I am typically a ball buster (get it). But I wanted to let you know I’m watching. Keep up the good work and I might even help you to break 85. But you need to do two things. 1. Use a yellow ball or all bets are off. 2. Follow through on your commitments. Fail and become a victim of the Yellow Ball Roast’s thread. I’m watching, always watching.
  2. I see, trying to stirr the pot. I guess you didn't watch me at the Valspar over the last few days. Peter and I had a blast. Enough said.... I can do good for those that deserve a break. I'm sure he is thanking his son for encouraging him to play the Yellow Ball. Now to start my roll across the US to get to Kingsmill.
  3. Who do you think got him on a par four in one shot. That took some creative bouncing on my part. For an older guy he should just be happy with getting on the green in one. Heck, I gave him a tap in eagle. Let's not get too greedy now.
  4. Hello my friends. There are so many new members on the Forum these days which is a welcoming sight. Many of you don't know the history of Yellow Ball. So, sit down with your favorite beverage, kick your feet up and read a little story that just might clear up some things. **Yellow Ball's Mischievous Nature** Once upon a time, on the dew-kissed greens of the Whispering Pines Golf Course, there existed a peculiar golf ball named **Yellow Ball**. Unlike his dimpled brethren, Yellow Ball harbored a secret—he was alive. Every morning, as the sun peeked over the horizon, Yellow Ball would wiggle his dimples and stretch his rubbery core. His vibrant yellow hue stood out against the emerald grass, and he reveled in the attention. But Yellow Ball had a mischievous streak. He wasn't content with merely being part of the game; he wanted to influence it. His mission? To make golfers play poorly. Yellow Ball would roll into the tee box just as the unsuspecting golfer lined up their shot. He'd nudge the ball slightly, altering its trajectory. The golfer would curse their luck, blaming the wind or their rusty swing. Little did they know that Yellow Ball was the true culprit. On the fairways, Yellow Ball would hop and skip, leading golfers astray. He'd whisper in their ears, urging them to choose the wrong club. "Seven iron, my friend," he'd murmur, even when a five wood was the sensible choice. And so, golfers would fall short, their frustration mounting with each stroke. But Yellow Ball's pièce de résistance was the putting green. There, he'd come alive—literally. His dimples would deepen, and he'd wobble like a tipsy sailor. As golfers lined up their putts, Yellow Ball would jiggle, sending ripples across the green. The ball would veer left when it should go right, or stop inches from the hole, mocking their efforts. The golfers grumbled. They blamed the Bermuda grass, the uneven terrain, and even their own eyesight. But Yellow Ball reveled in their misery. He'd giggle silently, his dimples quivering with glee. "One more stroke," he'd whisper. "Just one more." Word spread across the golfing community. "Beware the Yellow Ball," they'd say. "He's cursed." Superstitions grew—golfers avoided him, swapped balls mid-round, and even muttered incantations to ward off his influence. But Yellow Ball was relentless. He'd roll into their bags, hide in their pockets, and reappear when least expected. One fateful day, a grizzled old golfer named Walter stepped onto the 18th hole. His reputation preceded him—a former champion, now reduced to mediocrity. Yellow Ball sensed an opportunity. As Walter lined up his final putt, Yellow Ball jiggled with anticipation. Walter squinted at the hole, sweat trickling down his furrowed brow. Yellow Ball whispered, "Left edge, Walter. Trust me." Walter hesitated, then adjusted his aim. The ball rolled, wobbled, and—miraculously—dropped into the cup. The crowd erupted in applause. Walter grinned, tears in his eyes. "Thank you, Yellow Ball," he whispered. "You've given an old man his magic back." And so, Yellow Ball's mischief became legendary. Golfers sought him out, hoping for a touch of his enchantment. But Yellow Ball had other plans. One misty morning, he rolled to the edge of the Whispering Pines pond and whispered, "Farewell, my friends. May your swings be wild and your putts unpredictable." And with that, Yellow Ball bounced into the pond, disappearing into the dark murky water. But golfers still tell tales of the lively yellow ball that haunted their games, leaving them both frustrated and oddly grateful. And so, if you ever find a vibrant yellow golf ball in the rough, remember: it might just be Yellow Ball, waiting to add a twist to your game. Swing wisely, my friend. PS: Beware all you spies going to Kingsmill. I will be lurking!
  5. I’m just not a pretty face! What makes me a good tester? Well, I’ve been in the golf business since the day I was born. I do like to add my special brand of humor into all my posts. See the Yellow Ball Roast’s thread. Link below I’ve been a member for a few years now. Creative photography is my specialty. I’ve only applied for testing once and I was selected. Some don’t take me seriously so during my testing I got over 16 other golfers involved. What more can you ask for. I think outside the box even if that’s where I’m kept. I never know where I’m going to be. Who I’m playing with and to what caliber of play will be with me that day. Testing takes work but is very rewarding. You learn about yourself and your game when you focus on the details during testing. The important thing is to have fun with it.
  6. I’m ready. At least I can’t fall and hurt myself. “Weebles wobble but they can’t fall down.”
  7. Looking forward to some quality float time with @GolfSpy SAM in the lazy river. Sorry northerners, you’re probably looking at ice right now. This is therapy day. Relax, get some color back and try out my new shade’s
  8. I was unfortunately played by a NON- player yesterday. I would have settled for your typical army golf. Left, right, left, right. but these 18 holes put me in the hospital. It was more like, cart path, house, tree, water. This was a rinse and repeat hole after hole. I have shingle burn from hitting so many roof tops. At the start of the round, I looked good as always. After 18 the medics came gave me some fluids (Like I need more water!) and took me to the refurbishment center for some R&R. There was some minor surgery involved but I'm sure the cosmetic makeover will cost a fortune, not to mention needing a new pair of Foster Grant's. When I got myself in trouble growing up my mom used to say, "Get over here and I'll wipe that smile off your face" I guess this is what she was talking about. I would have settled for a bar of Ivory Soap in my mouth. Yellow Ball down! But I'll be back! I'm just sitting here dreaming of being back home sitting out on the front stoop watching the kids roll around the front yard. Looks like I will be a couch potato for a couple weeks. I have to rest up, get better, and prepare for the long roll to Kingsmill. I thought it wasn't going to be on the East Coast this time. But I'll just keep on rolling to my favorite tune. Rollin', rollin', rollin', Though the streams are swollen Keep them dogies rollin', rawhide
  9. Never go into battle unprepared. We know how to take care of posers.
  10. It’s the waiting area for the ball washer.
  11. What… Hold the presses. Somebody actually likes me. (Don’t disappoint me by just saying you like yellow balls.) This one’s for you Martha. Now we have to figure out how to get Kenny out of the way for a little snuggle time. See you at Kingsmill.
  12. Those are my cousins from up north. Winter has that effect on them. Wait I think one of them is my 4th cousin “Unlucky” you know the guy. The one who never got lucky.
  13. See if I send you gifts anymore. So not feeling the love.
  14. OKAY, Listen up. I told you all I was coming on the Kingsmill outing. I signed up even though I’m a freeloader hanging out in someone’s golf bag. Then I hear about a separate thread for members. People are calling me out and I don’t have the opportunity to defend myself or rip someone else apart! You can tell from my color I’m a little upset. Will someone please add me to this mysterious thread I heard about? Or are you just afraid of what I have to say? Well, I’m still waiting! Maybe @GolfSpy SAM is still awake.
  15. Sure pick on the little guy. I might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but I sure am resilient. I do like to see what’s coming. Easier to brace for impact than not knowing and getting hit in the back of the head.
  16. I'm well aware. What would a trip be without Yellow Ball. I plan on attending as long as I have enough time to roll on over. As soon as they announce the specific location, then I can plan my usual additional sight-seeing on the way. Hopefully I won't wear my dimples off getting to this one. Totally sucked getting re-dimpled after the last trip. if it's another east coast endeavor I'll have to fly. This time someone will need to cut me off once the moonshine stuff starts flowing. The Mrs. noticed that I was off for a few weeks when I got home. Hangover and getting hit in the face by drivers were not a good mix.
  17. I’m getting too old for this. You know what a roll back means. Rolling back the sheets. Anyone know of a hot yellow marshmallow that I can hook up with. I’ll just have to round her out a bit. Leave us mere mortals alone. Make the Pros play with short hitting balls. Slow down the fairways, make them use short tees. What ever you want but leave us recreational golfers alone.
  18. Of course, i am probably just a 3rd uncle cousin on your ex baby mamas, 2nd daddy's, sisters nephew's side. After looking where you live (Alabama) it all makes sense now. You guys would know about that kind of stuff. But trying to steal my likeness for your thumbnail. Pretty low. But again, you're from Alabama and I'm sure all those gnats and mosquitoes have sucked some common sense out of you, not to mention some damage to the gene pool. When I make that face it looks like this! YELLOW BALL an American Original! Let's not get into where the ball manufacturing plant is (Between the sheets). Quick family meeting! Next season you guys' head to Alabama and make sure Rob's season starts off poorly. No mercy! If you noticed he was only established in 2022. You are all seasoned veterans. Put on your bug spray, do your damage and get home in one piece. Shots are on me for the first one to put him in a pond.
  19. Look, I know you live in Switzerland, but I'm sure you read kid's books or watched some of those Fairy Tale cartoons as a kid. Well, if you haven't you should watch Jack and the Beanstalk. Then you will learn about not waking the SLEEPING GIANT. Here I am watching Christmas movies with my thousands of kids, and you got to bug me during my happy time. Regarding White box testing. Dumb question..... Quite a few reviews came back as not something that they would play. Maybe a touch of Yellow would have helped the cause. Case closed for now. However, if Titleist does come out with this model for 2024, I'll let you know how many I see in the pond or see all tore up in the woods. Even my smile has held up better than the cover on those balls, and you know how many times I'm smacked in the face. I haven't met anyone from the ODIN ancestry line yet. Jury is still out. But I would like to say Merry Christmas to all the spies out there. Even you @Rob Person we will get to you in a minute!
  20. If I was with a bunch of tees then there was probably a Par Tee going on.
  21. Oh my gosh man. What sadistic person chained you to a pole? I'll be right back with something to cut you free. When I find out what golfer did this to you, I will wreak havoc on the rest of his/ her golf season.
  22. It's ok, I want to be like you too. But this is the best I can do. No role in the Dark Knight for me. I would have thought I could land a role as the Joker. But they laughed at me.
  23. Let us take a moment and reflect shall we. There are some bozo’s out there that have a few bad rounds (ok, some freaking terrible rounds), struggle to find their game and want to call it quits and hang up the clubs. Who are they kidding we all know better. We are all golf addicts. There is no quit. Why because it is addicting. We have 1,333 pages and counting of “How’d you play” to prove it. I’m not even going to get into the practice thread or any of the tournament threads. One good shot and you’re back in the game! What other sport can do that to you? Ohhh @edingc “legitimately considering giving up golf”. That’s right I’m calling you out! Ha, I say. Looks who’s hooked after a good round. You can’t stop playing because the force is strong, and you are part of the force. We are a united group. Then we have the guys who shot a personal best this season. Why can’t they do that all the time you ask. Because it’s golf! Golf is hard, weather is unpredictable, course conditions change, our body might not be cooperating that day, and of course I am around to torture you. Tour Pros can’t do it why should you. That special round is a gift. A memory that will last only to be replaced by your next lower round. But the milestones will never fade away. Breaking 90 for the first time like @Prodigal Duffer, breaking 70 like @Swood1994 and @Ben Joest, Eagles, holes in one, the magnificent albatross. @ParFore74x has kept all his rounds in the 80’s. You get the idea. I only looked at the last two pages and you can see all that our family has accomplished. What about the guys that just keep trudging along year after year. Maybe they didn’t break a milestone in quite some time or shoot a personal best. Do they keep playing because they love the game? ABSOLUTELY FREAKING YES. Why do I keep playing? Well you got me. I get hit in the face, back of the head, sent into the pond, get hit into a tree, stepped on, run over, and shoved in the dark confines of a golf bag if I make it through the round. When all goes well I wind up in the bottom of a hole sharing my space with a stick. People think less of me because I’m yellow. Sorry, I was born that way. Blame my parents. Gosh I love golf. Such excitement, such opportunities, I just want to be part of them. For those having a bad day, embrace the suck. For those having a good day cherish the memory. For those just having an average day, think of how my day has been and you will realize that you are having a good day.
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