Monsters In The Rough
Monsters In The Rough
They looked innocuous enough, these four old male duffers clad in brightly colored sports attire. They were sitting in two of those electric golf carts, with their bags of shiny and expensive golf clubs strapped to the back of the cart. They bantered with each other good-naturedly about their skill levels when playing golf and other matters of the day. Anyone looking at them would smile and think that here were four grandfathers going out for a nice afternoon and a relaxing round of golf.
No one would know, to look at them, that once on the course they turned into a band of aging hooligans who harassed fellow golfers, especially when they were women. These aging gangsters liked to bother women whom they were sure would never be able to come back at them.
“Let’s drive a ball into them. That will hurry them up,” said one of the bullies after a few holes of play, at a pace he thought too slow.
“Yeah, that will get their attention,” said one of the other clowns.
The aging gangster lined up a tee shot and hit the ball as hard as possible. The surlyn-covered missile arced high into the sky and dropped down amidst the four women players, just ahead of the men, startling them from their play.
“Hey,” one of the ladies hollered back. “You almost hit us. Back off! We can’t play any faster than the men in front of us.”
The complaint fell on deaf ears with the aging bullies. They had women ahead of them and harassing them would never bring any consequences. That is what they thought anyways.
After a few more of these “prodding shots” into the women’s midst, one of the carts, with two women in it, made a slow circle and drove back towards the four old bullies.
“Oh, Oh, here come the dragon ladies, “ said one of the bullies.
“Yeah, maybe they are going to scold us for being bad,” another smiled. The others chuckled at his comments.
The two women golfers drove up to them and politely asked
” Is there a problem here? You hit into us at least four times. We can’t go any faster than the men in front of us. Would you please stop harassing us?”
Her comments were met with silence from the four old duffers. Whenever bullies are confronted, they usually back down.
The women merely snorted in disgust and returned to their group to play the rest of the round.
You would like to think that was the end of the story, but it wasn’t. Bullies being what they are, especially when they have female targets, never let up. Two holes later, they launched another salvo into the startled ladies.
The women had had enough. The four women turned their carts around and drove back to the bullies. They got out of their carts and approached the men who were trying not to laugh in their faces.
The youngest of the four women, a trim and fit blonde, in her early fifties, approached the men as spokesperson.
“All right, you clowns, that's enough. We asked you once to stop with the harassment and you refused. Are you going to keep this up or do I have to kick the shit out of you in front of all the men on the course?”
The bullies of course were flabbergasted. A woman telling them she was going to kick their ass and embarrass them in front of everyone they know and lived with? Hah! Fat chance!
“Why don’t you go home and make some curtains,” one of the bullies said to the woman, while snickering to his friends. That was the last that he remembered before ending up flat on his back, the victim of a judo throw from an experienced black belt karate expert who had enough of the sexist bullying.
She then turned to the other three men and said sweetly
“ Do any of you sissies want some of this action or do you have to run home and change your full diapers?”
Her challenge was met with silence. None of the men would meet her gaze. Bullies are usually cowards who will always back off when challenged.
“I thought not,” said the woman sweetly. “Any more crap from you clowns and I will come back and kick the shit out of all of you. Understand?”
The bullies maintained a hostile silence.
“C’mon girls, let get back to our game. These sissies have had enough, “ said the small blonde.
The women climbed into their golf carts and headed off for the next tee.
For the rest of that round, the women had no more trouble from the bullies. In fact the clowns seemed to be playing at least one hole behind the women golfers.
It would be nice to think that the bullies had learned a valuable lesson here, at the hands of this one admirable woman golfer. But of course they hadn’t. It is in the nature of bullies to find other, more complacent or weaker victims, and use harassing tactics on them. But ever after, the bullies looked hard and fast to make sure that the one small, blonde woman wasn’t part of the group that they were hitting into. Bullies, being the cowards that they are, are indeed afraid of anyone who stands up to them.
So when next you see four seemingly mild-mannered, elderly men getting ready to play golf, you have to wonder if they are as nice as they seem. Or are they part of that sneaky and cowardly gang of Monsters in the Rough?
And the small, blonde, woman golfer was of course always looking to play in front of them any time that she could manage it.