Suspect a golfer of cheating? Stop moaning and do something about it!
The Angry Club Golfer gets stuck into one of the sport’s thornier issues. His advice, while brash and daunting, will ultimately benefit us all
Did you know more people use Google to search “how to cheat at golf” than “how to deal with golf cheats”? It probably shouldn’t surprise me.
Some of you may say hanging’s too good for scorecard manipulators. I wouldn’t argue but we live in an enlightened age. We no longer string people up – even for pinching an inch with a ball marker.
I’m not averse, though, to some old school punishments for those caught fiddling their numbers.
This is my solution. Bring back stockades. But instead of flinging rotten tomatoes, perhaps we could chuck some soiled old balata balls at the disgraced?
Remember those? They were more lethal than they looked. A slight cut – and they were so easy to slice – and the elastic used to unwind out of the gaping wound. It would be sharper than a chef’s blade.
Consider it. The randomness would be far more satisfying. Slash, or no slash? It would certainly make them think the next time they thought about suddenly “finding” their ball right by their trolley. (Why is it always seconds before the three minutes expire?) Do you feel lucky, now?
Why won’t we tackle golf cheats?
It’ll never happen, though. Why? Because we’ve become afraid of exposing deceit. “I’ve come to play golf, not to get into an argument,” we bleat when we’re convinced someone has changed a five to a four.
We huddle instead in our groups days later and huff over those we think are taking the mick and laughing in our face. But who’s the bigger sinner – the criminal, or those who let such deeds go unpunished?
I’ve been as guilty as you, meekly whimpering over the spurious fate of provisional balls or those who kept engineering ridiculous Houdini-like escapes from the kind of foliage that makes Sherwood Forest look like a small spruce.
I’m fed up of it. I’m sick of seeing my timelines full of crying over those that who shoot about 500 points and clogged with pictures of “suspect” handicap records.
If you really think people are taking liberties, and you can properly back it up, do something about it. Annoy your committees, and don’t let them fob you off.
Now, where’s my placard?
Now have your say
Have you taken a cheat to task, or should the Angry Club Golfer practise what he preaches? Let him know in the comments, or tweet him.
Angry Club Golfer
Bitter from the first moment he picked up a club, there is not much that doesn’t attract the Angry Club Golfer’s ire.
Whether it’s handicaps, slow play, or even the quality of a bacon sandwich, this veteran of the clubhouse has always got a view – and far more likely to have a complaint.
He’s a bit of all of us. So if you’ve ever raised an eyebrow at dress codes or flashed a frustrated frown as a slow group in front refuses to move aside to let you through, the Angry Club Golfer embodies your concerns and dials up the volume.
Liked and loathed in equal measure, the one thing you won’t ever see is him sitting on the fence. The clue is the name. He gets cross about golf. A lot. So buckle up and prepare to watch sparks fly.
