Stop Giving Me The Stink Eye

Open Letter To “You Know Who You Are At The Driving Range”:

Dear Fellow Golfer,

When I am waiting to use the stall that you are now occupying at the range I am doing just that - waiting. I am not scrutinizing your swing, evaluating your bag, or commenting on your apparel. In addition, I am not concerned with your handicap, income, or how far you can hit your driver.

While I am waiting for you to hit those last ten balls I am getting “in the zone”. I am stretching out and making sure I am loosened up. My lesson book might come out of the bag and I’ll read through my recent session notes. In addition, a game plan for what shots and parts of my swing I will be working on is going through my head.

I understand that golf is pretentious by nature to some. May I please remind you that golf is now a more ubiquitous sport with people from all walks of life enjoying the game? Golf manufacturers, companies, and facilities are starting to feel the pinch of a slower economy and need all of the participants they can get. Not everyone is a golf snob either.

Granted, I have not been playing since I was a child. I am a newer participant to the game as I spent my life playing other sports since golf was not accessible to me. I’ve come a long way in the few years I’ve played and am a socially acceptable golfer. In fact, I’m quite good at staying in the fairway off the tee.

Do me a favor - work on your game and mind your own business. Please stop giving me dirty looks. I’m not your enemy. I promise to keep focused on my game and continue to be agnostic about your performance. I’ll even stop writing rants about you.

Thank you.


Excuse me, I just had to vent. Do you ever get the cold shoulder at the course or other golf-related event for no reason?