So finally, on about the fifteenth tee, I hit the drive of…
“So finally, on about the fifteenth tee, I hit the drive of my life. And any of you people who play golf, you know the drive I'm talking about. The minute you hit it, you just drop your club. You hang on to the beer, let's don't get stupid. And I watch this ball just go and go and...kind of hit this guy in the head. And I felt bad, but he overreacted, I thought. I mean, it wasn't like a square hit; it just kind of glanced off his head. But he goes whippin' his car off the freeway, like 'here we go!' Mr. Attitude! So now, he's barreling down the fairway screaming at the top of his lungs, like 'what are you, some kind of cruddy golfer?' I'm like, 'hey, I hit you, didn't I? You were traveling sixty-five miles an hour. That's a pretty good shot in my book.'”
About This Quote
This interpretation was drafted with AI assistance. It is one reading of the quote, not the author's own explanation.
A humorous story about an accidental hit on a driver, highlighting overreactions and self‑justification in sports mishaps.
In simple terms: Accidental hit leads to over‑the‑top reaction.
Stay calm and own mistakes.
Themes
Mood
Type
When to use this quote
- golf outings
- traffic incidents
- public apologies
Key Concepts
Questions to Reflect On
- How do you handle accidental harm?
- When does humor help defuse tension?
May not translate to serious contexts.