A game played on a large outdoor course located in a non-residential section of a city, with a series of targets placed far apart, the object being to propel the tennis ball with the use of various clubs towards each target with as few strokes as possible
I wonder if there's any cross golf occurring in this golf-happy suburb?
Comments: cross golf
Most golfers are cross. Some are even cross-eyed, and one or two are cross-dressers.
Posted by Tony.T at October 19, 2004 02:59 PM
crosswords..."Beat in return game here (4)" ...
and as for dressing:
http://www.lynnenicoletti.com/largergolfers.html
+ I think cranky suburban golfers should switch to urban golf immediately.
Posted by boynton at October 19, 2004 03:28 PM
Yesterday evening I wanted to propel my tennis ball (preferably with blue heeler attached) at the dame who regularly turns our local reserve into her private driving range. Every day she arrives in the gear as illustrated above, with golf bag and hubby who has to hold the ball bucket and run and fetch the balls after she's pinged them in every direction. I can say she clearly NEEDS the practice. Her method of swinging shots at you until you move on always seems to work. Tanty Park!
Posted by Nora at October 19, 2004 04:53 PM
I half expect a certain blogger to 'tee' off re hubby and 'golf bag' there, Nora.
Something like: the golf bag has the hubby well trained...(although that may be below par)
Sounds as if the strangely attired hubby is in training for an agility trial, and you should probably throw the bluey onto the fairway as a hazard.
But seriously, I sympathise. I used to have to dodge such off-course golfers myself of course and would curse them. This is not in the spirit of "urban golf' at all, which would seem to be much more respectful. Just unbound.
Posted by boynton at October 19, 2004 05:19 PM
Tanty? Call Elaine Canty.
Posted by Tony.T at October 20, 2004 08:39 AM
Can't...
EC last seen in southgate bunker a fairway away and can't rule on scaborous play in the rough.
Posted by boynton at October 21, 2004 10:34 AM
Yes, I saw her too. She was eating a sandwedge.
Posted by Tee at October 21, 2004 11:10 AM
with par-sley (sage etc) on the way to scarborous fairway (to quote a creative team-mate)?
Posted by boynton at October 21, 2004 11:24 AM
We were below par-sley last night. Musically we were well out of thyme.
Posted by Tony.T at October 21, 2004 05:11 PM
I think I'll always triple bogey that kind of music.
Posted by boynton at October 21, 2004 05:48 PM
Indeed. Was almost tempted to sign my card incorrectly and four-feet the match. Dogs all. Frightful caterwauling. In thyme (just), but sounded like Rosemary's baby screaming for a bottle. Least we didn't cop country sage Casey Chambers, that would have been the final insult. Glad I didn't know any. Glad all over. Woof.
Posted by Tony.T at October 22, 2004 11:16 AM
tempted to four-feet?
Alas - there were eight-feet of us, and noone was tapping any toes...
(although Bach rocked somewhat)
Posted by boynton at October 22, 2004 04:15 PM
Bach? Ok. Woof.
Posted by Tony.T at October 22, 2004 06:35 PM
http://www.newscientist.com/news/news.jsp?id=ns99992962
The dogs are discerning, but sadly JSB will have to work on his swing if he wants to make the trivia cut.
Posted by boynton at October 22, 2004 10:24 PM
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