But the Eddies and the Carls of the world aren’t my
issue. I don’t care if someone is a
roofer, a lawyer, a salesman or what.
Actually, there lies my problem. I
don’t like the small talk and don’t want to know what you do for a living. “So, what do you do for work?” Do you really care what I do for work? Do you have 20 minutes so I can explain to
you what my company does, and then another 10 on how my job fits into the
puzzle? If you do, then you are a
genuinely good and interested person and I don’t deserve to be around you
because I’m a dick. But chances are you
don’t care just like I don’t care. If I
were out playing golf to network or sell you something, then I get it, we’d
need to talk shop. But I’m not. I’m here to try and shoot in the 80s and not 3
putt every hole.
And I know the small talk about work and whatnot is
inevitable, just like talking about the weather is a staple when you’re on a
conference call with people from other areas of the country. There’s no avoiding it. But that’s why you need to get a foursome to
escape these situations.
Aside from the small talk, there’s also the familiarity
issue. I get a little uneasy playing
with people I don’t know. I play my best
when I am comfortable. Now, I need to
wonder about how to play with these guys.
How is their golf etiquette?
Should I not talk in their backswing?
Will they get offended if I take a piss in the woods? Will they think I’m a lush if I start
dieseling Bud Lights at 11am? What tee boxes are they gonna play from, and if
it’s not the same ones we’re playing, should we play from theirs or should they
play from ours? GAAAHHH.
When you’re with your buddies, none of that stuff
matters. Swear all you want. Talk in people’s backswings. Take a piss next to the tree. Drink a beer a hole. Who cares?
So when you set up a golf outing, try to get at least 3
people, if not 4. Otherwise, pack your
bag with some Bud Heavies, pick up some smokes and get ready to hear how Steve
just whiffed on his drive because he’s been drinking since 10 this morning
because work’s been a bitch.
what if one of the Ted's has his name on his golf bag...hmmm
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