It was a sunny Sunday morning on the first hole at Erinvale golf course and I was beginning my pre-shot routine, visualising my upcoming shot, when a piercing voice came over the clubhouse loudspeaker."Would the gentleman on the women's tee back up to the men's teeplease!"
I could feel every eye on the course looking at me. I was still deep in myroutine, seemingly impervious to the interruption.
Again theannouncement, “Would that MAN on the WOMEN'S tee kindly back up to the MEN'Stee."
I simply ignored the announcement and keptconcentrating, when once more, the man yelled: "Would the MAN on the WOMEN'S tee back up to the MEN'S tee, PLEASE!"
Finally, I stopped, turned and looked through the clubhouse window directly atthe person with the mike. I cupped my hands and shouted back, “Would the knob in the clubhouse kindly shut the f*ck up and let me play my second shot!?"