It was a sunny morning, a little before 8:00 am, on the first Hole of a busy
course, and I was beginning my pre-shot routine, visualizing my upcoming
shot when a piercing voice came over the club house loud speaker, 'Would the
gentleman on the woman's tee back up to the men's tee please!'
I could feel every eye on the course looking at me. I was still deep in my
routine, seemingly impervious to the interruption. Again the announcement,
'Would the man on the woman's tee kindly back up to the men's tee.' I simply
ignored the guy and kept concentrating, when once more, the man yelled,
'Would the man on the woman's tee back up to the men's tee, please!'
I finally stopped, turned, cupped my hands and shouted back 'Would the jerk with the microphone please be quiet and let me play my second shot.'
