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I was playing at a course that had two holes running parrallel to each other, although the first was on the flat and the second went up a hill. I was standing on the tee of the second of those two holes waiting for my turn. Meanwhile, a player on the previous hole sliced his drive slightly, hitting me in the head about an inch behind my temple. I never saw it coming, it was like being smacked with a piece of 4x2. I was knocked over and blacked out for a second. My playing partners asked if I was OK, and apart from feeling a little dozey and queasy, I felt I was OK to play. I soon knew something was terribly wrong, because my golf improved out of sight. I can only put this down to the fact that I wasn't thinking much and my body was working on muscle memory. I just couldn't hit a bad shot. After about four holes of that, I decided it was time to go to the hospital, where I was told I had a mild concussion. The funniest thing is that I skateboarded and played rugby for years, and never suffered a serious injury. I'm the only person I know who has been concussed playing golf.

I'm going to extend the contest to the 12th due to the website being down over the weekend. That way everyone has a chance to participate.

Thanks for the extension, Christian!

One Saturday morning I drove up to play with my best friend and some of his usual golfing partners. One of his friends was talking about his new grips, which he had put on himself the night before. He kept braging about how great it was to have identical grips on all his clubs, how much he saved doing it himself, and especially how much better they felt, etc. And of course he had to describe the process of how he removed the old grips and put on the new. Anyway, by the fourth hole, a par 3 about 145 yds over a pond, the rest of us had heard enough. Mr. New Grips had been playing better than usual, we all agreed, so maybe his new grips were helping. Well, he had the honors for this par 3, and decided to hit 8-iron. He took his swing, topped the ball, and then watched as his club sailed through the air, about 60 yards into the middle of the pond! And of course, his ball rolled across the ladies tee, down the bank and into the water. He just stood there with a blank stare, as the rest of us practically rolled on the ground laughing! Even the folks behind us, who were coming up to the previous green, were getting a good laugh!
The rest of the day, he didn't day a word about his new grips! His game went downhill from that point, and it seemed like every hole he was leaving himself an 8-iron to the green! He'd say "Dang, I wish I had my 8 iron!" and one of us would reply "We know where one is with a brand new grip!".

Ok, heres my story!!!!

I decide on a sunny saturday that I was going to play a round of golf. I didn't have any intensions before but seemed to get caught up with everything at the house so I headed out. When I got there I was paired up with a guy and his son. The dad was trying to help the son straighten out his drives so around hole 3 I finally spoke up with some advise as I didn't want to butt in with their "bonding" but when I heard he was going to try to make the HS Varsity team the following Wednesday I figured I could give some advise. So I explain who I am and what I do and the kid is right there with me the rest of the round asking everything he could think of. To me, its great to see someone excited about the game that much. He was driving the ball good and finally managed to get up and down for a par. So by now they really like me and are watching everything I am doing.

Now the scene...... we are on the second to the last hole and I decided to make an attempt to clear the pond and I do but end up in the left side rough just past the pond on a inclined bank. I took a look at my shot and walked back to the cart for my wedge and proceed to tell the kid (and dad listening) about how to play a safe shot in a bad lie. I walk over there and Im explaining my position with left foot front and right foot back..... proceed to show them how to hold the club with the incline..... they are standing about 10 yards away and the kid stopped asking questions and I thought was just waiting for me to take the shot but apparently he noticed something behind me a that I didn't. I pull back for my swing and ended up getting knocked forward and almost in the lake. All I knew at the time was something was attacking me and hitting me pretty hard in the head. After hitting the ground I stood up and noticed that I was in a dual with 2 Geese and they weren't backing off. They fought me for about 3 minutes and actually won. When it was done with I looked over at the dad and kid and they couldn't breathe from laughing so hard at me. I proceeded to laugh myself and could only figure that I must have gotten near their nest. It was a funny moment at my expense but if I was watching I would have been on the ground.

I was jabbed in the head and chest a few times and kept having to push them away as they were flying over my head giving me a good flogging. Finally I realized they wanted me to leave the area I was standing in....

I can only imagine how funny it must have looked from their position. My point to drag it out was that I looked like Bill Dance off of his fishing show (if anyone had seen his bloopers). He's all serious explaining the art of fishing and then something really funny happens to him like the boat flips and he take a big dive in the water. Yeah that was me on this day.... LOL

That's funny, Christian! But I hope you don't win the contest with that one!

LOL... I'm not going to be in on the drawing just wanted to give my story.

Where to start, I have so many different stories. We will start with one that involves Christian as well. We were playing at Crowders Mountain which is a course that you need to have some control of your shots or it makes for a long day.....which makes for a long day for me. Hole 7, after a sorry drive and follow up shot, I end up about 15 feet behind Christian's ball, which is about 15 feet from a muck hazard. I proceed with my shot which I blade and line drive it straight into Christian's ball. At this point my ball drops dead where it is at, while Christian's ball goes flying into the muck hazard. So after the laughes, I get to proceed with my same ball while Christian is trying to find his.


Brian Cerny
Custom Golf Sales
Club Builder

I didn't think that was funny...

I know thats not everyone... Keep'em coming!!! Its always good to get a laugh.

I thought it was absolutely hilarious.

Brian (CGS_Builder) should win this contest hands down IMO...

Hes great to golf with and shoots a pretty good game but always seems to have some sort of blooper or what I like to call "thats a first for me".

like, "Thats the first time I ever..... saw someone hit the ball 50 yards in the woods and it come rolling back out 30 seconds later" , "Thats the first time I ever saw someone hit another ball and stop dead while sending the other in a swamp"..... "Thats the first time I ever saw a ball go totally under water for around a second and come back up landing on the green" ... "Thats the first time I seen someone double hit a shot and it land behind them" ...... "Thats the first time I seen a driver shot go dead backwards"...... "Thats the first time I seen someone hit out of the wood thirty yards deep with no chance of hitting this 1 foot sized hole to clearing and do it"

Brian,

You are definitely an artist at clubmaking and always keep me excited to see the next "first" for you at the course... mucho love bro

last year about this time, i was doing a best ball sramble tournament with thee freinds at the south end of sarasota, fl.,when we came to this one hole, as you aprroach the green, there are signs that say" NO HUNT" "wildlife preserve, no hunting for golfballs allowed." one of the guys, who is out of the cart on thr right hand side, way overthere, picking up his ball, goes into that area from behind (no sign there) crashing thru the woods picking up balls (he's a big time ball hawker) and two of us are yelling at him to get out of there so we don't get in trouble while the other guy is parking one of the carts, and proceeds to walk over to see what we are yelling about when all of a sudden you here (with his mexican accent) "why the (insert foul word) would anybody want to go hunting here anyways" we all look at him when i finally say "jose, not hunting, no looking fo balls" then you here ohhhhhh!
took us two holes to stop chucking about it.

You can't play golf with my friends without having at least one good laugh a round. The 8th hole on our former home course (a semi-private 9 holer that's home to some of the worst golfers in GA) requires a slightly uphill drive of no more than 200 yards to the top of the hill. If you hit it farther than that, it rolls down the steep backside, and into the lake.
All of us know this, and tee off with irons... except this one guy who uses his driver. To set things up a bit farther, you need to know this is an early morning round, and the grass is still wet with dew. Four of us hit our second shots into the green (or at least towards it), and our fifth takes off over the top of the hill in his cart full tilt towards where he thinks his ball is.
The next thing we hear was the splash as his cart went into the lake. I topped the hill just in time to see him come splashing out of the water. That was it. I laughed 'til I thought I couldn't laugh any more. Then he had to go back into the water after his clubs, and the laughter started again.
After the drive back to the cart shed, he had his third trip of the day into the lake to attach the chain to the drowned cart.
If anyone is wondering, he didn't learn his lesson that day. A few weeks later, his cart tipped over just before it would've gotten wet. He'd already bailed, and we had the pleasure of seeing him roll down the hill to the edge of the lake.

Here goes,
I call three of my friends up to meet me at the golf course to go golfing. When I call the third I tell him who is going and he says, "I broke my driver the other day" I asked him how he did that. "I was doing bad all day and I got to that par 5, number 8 on the east course (my home course has 27 holes), and I duffed my drive 20 yds into the lake, I got mad so I just started throwing the ball up and trying to hit it like a baseball, I missed the first couple of times but hit it solid the next, it flew 250 yds so I tried again." I was impressed at this point because he hardly ever hits a drive 250 yds even though he is a big strong guy. He proceeds to say, "I kind of hit it with the shaft and my clubhead ended up in the lake with my first drive so I had to go in after it" He had me rolling on the floor here. I told him to just grab his dads driver, and he agrees and plays a round with us. Again he was shooting bad, on pace for about a 77....for 9. I swear, he hit every tree out there those first 5 holes. We got up to the par 5 number 6 on the north course and he hits a bad drive so he decides to try baseball style again. There was no one else behind us so we were waiting there for like 10 minutes as he proceeded to whiff every time, finally we here a whap, then the tink..tink..tink of the clubhead bouncing down the cart path. This made him pretty mad. At the time they were fixing the fairway of number 7 which is usually a par 4 with a creek in front of the green, the tee boxes were moved right up close to the creek, about 97 yards out, it is also heavily wooded behind the green. The 3 of us hit our balls on the green, then we see Marc with his 5 wood, and was telling us he was gonna bounce it off of a tree behind the green and put it in the hole. What do you know, he hits it flush, the ball nails a tree, comes back and hits the green moving from left to right, from the tee box we thought it was in but it rolled right by and ended up 6 feet from the pin

I don't know if Canadians are allowed in the contest (hope so) but here's my story
English is my second language, so I'll try to keep it short and sorry if there're some mistakes
Here it is:
Me and 3 of my hockey teammates (also 3 good friends) went to play a new course. On the the first hole, the last one to tee off was..let's call him Eric the Policeman . All previous balls were on the fairway. So he takes his driver and prepares for his shot. He finally takes place on the tee off. He is right handed by the way. He swings the club and hits the ball right on the toe of the club. The ball flies....right in front of him (90deg with the fairway) and the ball ends.........in the window of the Pro Shop!!!!!!!!!!
We laught so hard!!!!!!
And you should have seen his face with all the big words he was saying!! The Police was....let's say....really angry!!! Having fun of a cop...priceless!!!
I'll never forget that day
Thanks