The starter sees you coming and quickly puts out a sign that says No Swing, No Clue, No Service.
You’ve never shot your age but you have shot your cholesterol count.
Your idea of an athlete is John Daly downing a frosty tall one with a cigarette dangling off his lip.
You refuse to post a score until Florida does a hand recount of each hole.
Your name is Tripp Bogart, but you’re better known as Triple Bogey.
The only eagle you ever had was confiscated by a Fish and Game official.
Every year you attend the Million Mulligan Man March.
You'd much rather break 100 hymens.
Instead of practicing, you buy magic birdie beans from a gypsy woman.
After 18 holes, your buddy wants to play another round but you’d rather cuddle.