othes, expensive equipment, the latest color and style of a Cadillac golf cart, and a very direct sense of superiority. On most occasions these golfers will huddle around each other like a group of old time high school buddies who still think they’re trying to win most popular award in the annual yearbook. Playing with this type can be frustrating. It is often times hard to concentrate when the only thing talked about is the wine of the month or who’s going to pay for dinner after the round. Ironically, the conversations seem to always end up the loudest right at the top of their opponents back swing. Normally, if these golfers could only play half as well as they said they could they would be on the leader board of every major PGA tournament held. Once the round is over, there will always be some kind of argument over who owes whom what. What’s funny is, out of all the bets placed, most of them are never followed through with, which is just one more reason why these golfers really aren’t golfers at all, but more like something to laugh at. After being around the sport for a while it easy to spot the third group. It is only fair to call these players the I think “I’m the next Jack Nicholas group.” This group almost always consists of young teenage boys who hit the links as often as possible, and each of them believes they’re God’s gift to golf. They always like to stop off by the pool and spend lots of time lounging with the lifeguards. They always try to convince the young ladies they will someday be on national television giving a profound victory speech while holding the world’s best golfer trophy. This young group of teenagers has a tendency to be a real energetic group, always making way too much noise and giving the course manager a headache. Most of these young people are fairly average players with the image in their head of something much more, but eve...
