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[Yellow Ball]

On 12/3/2023 at 6:17 PM, Rob Person said:

The family says bring it on

...

Never go into battle unprepared. We know how to take care of posers.

 

 

 

[Yellow Ball]

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   

[Rob Person]

1 hour ago, Yellow Ball said:

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   

Jeesh, sure glad you weren't kidnapped or anything!  Maybe it's time to call in some muscle...  

Just saying... I know a guy...

 

[Yellow Ball]

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!

 

 

[Tom the Golf Nut]

Looks like someone woke up early from hibernation. 

[EasyPutter]

4 minutes ago, Tom the Golf Nut said:

Looks like someone woke up early from hibernation. 

oh yay 

I mean OH YAY!!! 

[EasyPutter]

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Edited February 12 by EasyPutter
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[Rob Person]

Don't let him fool you into believing that he simply disappeared into the depths of wet murky darkness by accident (I have it on good authority that he was force mobbed off the edge)

@Yellow Ball is notorious for just showing up unwanted and unannounced.  in fact, he is a bit of a con-artist.  A schill. A scheister. If you will. His innocuous color may be his best secret weapon, because  Let's face it, when we see a yellow ball, we don't think or feel threatened in the least, right?

[Josh Parker]

I think @Yellow Ball may have been put in time out....

[chisag]

On 2/12/2024 at 1:36 PM, Rob Person said:

@Yellow Ball is notorious for just showing up unwanted and unannounced. His innocuous color may be his best secret weapon, because  Let's face it, when we see a yellow ball, we don't think or feel threatened in the least, right?

... According to History:

"In old folk medicine, courage was associated with the liver. Liver disease (of course) products jaundice, which gives a distinct yellow hue to skin and eyes, and so therefore cowardice became associated with the same condition. Thus we get "Yellow Bellied" and "Lily Livered" and "Yellow Ball" to indicate a lack of courage".

[Josh Parker]

38 minutes ago, chisag said:

... According to History:

"In old folk medicine, courage was associated with the liver. Liver disease (of course) products jaundice, which gives a distinct yellow hue to skin and eyes, and so therefore cowardice became associated with the same condition. Thus we get "Yellow Bellied" and "Lily Livered" and "Yellow Ball" to indicate a lack of courage".

[Rob Person]

I swear it wasn't me who had anything to do with it...  

Edited March 25 by Rob Person

[Yellow Ball]

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.

[Northern Monkey]

I noticed you at Valspar and was just about to mention it but noticed you beat me to it!

[chisag]

14 hours ago, Yellow Ball said:

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.

 

 

[Northern Monkey]

I see you were up to your usual tricks today going for a swim with Scott Gutschewski in Houston