BLT - My experiences with golf are limited and of exceptionally poor quality. I have learned, however, that the following behavior constitutes poor course etiquette:
Driving a golf cart loaded with beer, as part of a mini-procession wending its way along the sperpentine highways and byways of the course where a large chunk of "Tin Cup" was filmed (Tubac, Arizona)...Behind us some loudmouths are loudmouthing, and my wife mutters, "I wish they'd just shut up." "Aren't they supposed to talk, my dear?" ask I. "Not that loud," frowns she.
At which point I lean out from my post on the beer cart, turn toward the offenders, cup my hands and bellow, "Hey, SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
Pause.
"Sir," comes the reply in a syrupy Upper South accent (though the image is not unlike the Frenchies-in-the-tower scene in "Monty Python and the Holy Grail"). "What did you say, sir?"
"I said, SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
"Why, sir, I'm going to report you to the groundskeeper." Or the keeper of the hounds or the Privy Seal or whoever was in charge.
"Fine!" I yell back. "Just SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
My wife and I still disagree on whether I was peforming a valuable, chivalric service.
