Fore! Play: The Last American Male Takes up Golf

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Country clubs that don't want you as a member...rules clearly in need of revision... and high-performance socks that promise to take two strokes off your score. Ah, golf! Has there ever been a sport that comes with so much baggage and heartbreak? Never fear: Emmy Award-winning commentator Bill Geist, author of The Big Five-Oh and Little League Confidential, has taken up -- and taken on -- the sport that makes duffers of us all. Geist intrepidly shares the misadventures, hilarity, and uproarious learning curve ...
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Overview

Country clubs that don't want you as a member...rules clearly in need of revision... and high-performance socks that promise to take two strokes off your score. Ah, golf! Has there ever been a sport that comes with so much baggage and heartbreak? Never fear: Emmy Award-winning commentator Bill Geist, author of The Big Five-Oh and Little League Confidential, has taken up -- and taken on -- the sport that makes duffers of us all. Geist intrepidly shares the misadventures, hilarity, and uproarious learning curve that has marked his own golfing experiences.
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Humor writer Bill Geist views any sport in which grown men attempt to coax tiny balls into holes only slightly larger innately foolish, but worthy of a book. This mirthful study introduces readers to golf secrets about which even Tiger Woods has no inkling.
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Geist, humorist and regular CBS commentator, takes on one of the most popular American pastimes, despite his obvious skepticism about golf's appeal. Geist (Little League Confidential) resents hearing his friends endlessly discuss their latest golf outing or having to schedule his dental appointments around his dentist's games. "What is it about this sport? Is it a sport? I mean are there teams? Uniforms? Stadiums? Coaches? Cheerleaders? Hot dogs and beer? Bench-clearing brawls? Any of that stuff they have in real sports?" he quibbles. Ever the adventurer, Geist attempts to understand the widespread enthusiasm for the game by enrolling in an indoor class at a New Jersey elementary school in the middle of winter. The six lessons are just enough to get him started, and Geist goes to the driving range and then to the actual course. Disregarding his snail-paced improvement and persistent dislike of the game, he checks out the necessary paraphernalia at a Golf Merchandise Show, where he learns that there are special performance socks ("Now, how, exactly, will these socks perform for me?"), hand lotion, golf tension bands and so much more. He makes lots of suggestions for enriching the culture of golf, from playing in the carts, "polo-style," to introducing a little spirit via cheerleaders, pep bands and bonfires. Geist's amusing, inimitable style will engage sports and humor fans alike, with particular appeal for those golf widows and widowers who share his displeasure with the game. This light, delightful jab at a leisure-class sport comes just in time for the spring golf season. (Apr. 25) Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780446527637
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 8/25/2008
  • Pages: 240
  • Product dimensions: 6.00 (w) x 9.00 (h) x 0.69 (d)

Meet the Author

Bill Geist

Bill Geist is the New York Times bestselling author of Little League Confidential, The Big Five-Oh, Fore! Play!, and Way Off the Road. He has been a correspondent for "CBS News Sunday Morning" since he joined CBS News in 1987. He chronicles some of the quirkiest people and places in America for the broadcast and has won two Emmys for his work on the show. To date, one of Bill's greatest achievements is taking third place in the Illinois State Fair Bake Off in 1979. Geist lives in New York City with his wife. They have two children.

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Chapter 1A Life in the Rough I am from a golf—deprived background. No one taught me to play. I picked up the game in the 1950s on the hardscrabble streets of my hometown, Champaign, Illinois, first in my own yard where my brother Dave sank a number of tin cans, then at a miniature golf course across from a trailer park, and finally at a little 9—hole public course between a cemetery and a pigpen.

Of the two forms of golf, little and big, I preferred the mini version, where there was always a lot of laughing, and where a really bad shot—one that hit another golfer or another golfer's Buick, or one that skittered across the street and had to be played out of the Illini Pest Control parking lot—was always considered the very best shot of the day. It takes a certain skill to get some loft on the ball and drive it that far with a putter.

We played (for 35 cents, as I recall) on warm summer nights, the course semilit by dim bulbs strung here and there, accompanied by the sounds of crickets and top ten tunes like "Green Door" or "Tammy" that were trying to make themselves heard on the single raspy speaker attached to the shack. The balls were colorful and the clubs almost dangerously barbed and ratty, having the look and feel of spoons that had been dropped into a garbage disposal—except those weren't invented yet. There were always friends there, and sometimes a group of cute girls in short shorts that would cause my friends and me to show off—sometimes in ways that involved minor property damage and expulsion.

It was exotic. There was the little bowed bridge over a six—by—eight—foot pond—probably the largest body of water in the county. And there was the windmill. How clever. Turns out all mini—golf courses have windmills, but I didn't know that. We didn't get around much. Provincial? Our high school foreign exchange student was from America. Hawaii. Who knew? Mini—golf was fun. But big golf is not played for fun per se. You don't hear a lot of laughing on your standard—sized courses. Oh, there was some laughing at that public 9—hole course, where players were generally awful, not serious about the game, sometimes drunk, sometimes without any golfing equipment, and occasionally there just to make out. You never see couples making out on the country club course or at those golf tournaments on TV. Too bad.

My friends and I didn't know how to play, and we didn't know that the 9—hole course was as bad as we were. A round of golf cost next to nothing and that seemed a fair price. Actually, I'm not sure we paid. I think if you started on the second tee you didn't have to pay.

The course had no landscaping as such: no trees, no berms, no sand traps, no rough—just the tees, straight fairways, and flat little greens. Like a sod farm. On one fairway, the designer decided to get a little tricky, placing across its width a foot—high, grass—covered hurdle that resembled an enlarged speed bump—although in retrospect that might have been a sewer pipe or the work of a large rodent.

That was all to the good. We were not accustomed to trees—all of which had been wiped out by Dutch elm disease—or topographical aberrations like slopes, knolls, or knobs—let alone hills. We were flatlanders. The land was flat in every direction for hundreds of miles. My driveway was the steepest slope in town. The first time I saw hills and curves, I rolled my Volkswagen.

I inherited my golf clubs from an uncle killed in World War II. There were four in the bag as I recall: two putters, a driver, and an iron. My friends and I approached the game as just an enlarged version of miniature golf, really. We just swung harder and were pleasantly surprised to find there were no windmills to take into account on the greens. We played poorly, were uninterested in improvement, and laughed at ourselves and others.

Unfortunately, this was to become our overall philosophy of life. We approached everything the same way. When we bowled at the fabulous new automated Arrowhead Lanes, we imitated the mannerisms, nuances, and seriousness of TV bowlers, while depositing balls in the gutters. We filched the green, red, and tan bowling shoes with the sizes displayed on the backs, and wore them to school. The fad never caught on.

I don't know that we kept score on that golf course. When you start on the second tee, you don't get a scorecard. Par was probably three for each hole on the course, although I'm sure a good pro could do them all in two, with no hazards, other than the police, who were occasionally summoned when there were, say, fifty golfers on the course and no gate receipts. Our scores were probably in the 60s, respectable on the pro tour, not so hot on a par—3 9—holer.

It was here I developed my pronounced hook shot (something I never could do in bowling) and my noteworthy ability to play amongst tombstones. If your hook was severe, you could hit a drive into the cemetery, where my grandfather was buried. You had to hit for distance, though, to clear the street and the hedgerow. I did that only once, with the assistance of a strong crosswind, and I did have to go look for the ball because I could only afford the one. After paying my respects at the family grave site, I advanced my ball several plots with my iron, before electing to throw the ball back in play rather than trying to chip it over the hedge and the street. It was a decent toss (I played pitcher and third base as a kid), but still short of the green, leaving me two chip shots and four putts before holing out.

A slice on that course could be even worse. The course was positioned—as are so many things in the Midwest—next to pig and cattle pens, and a severely sliced shot could mean wading through animal dung (actual bullshit!) to play your ball. If it were actually in actual bullshit, what to do? Pick it up? With what? Try to hit it out? This may be where the term "chip shot" was coined, I don't know.

For all the golfers playing the course, not just the ones bad enough to hit into the pens, a southerly breeze through that area turned a round of golf into a memorable odoriferous experience. Ever try to putt and gag at the same time? The first real golf outing I can remember was with a group of former college buddies a couple of years after we'd all graduated, on a weekend with our wives at a house on Lake Michigan.

Most of them had played golf throughout college. And bridge. I didn't play golf or bridge because my older brother played bridge and suffered from a dangerously low grade point average as a result. I didn't want to become hooked on those vices. So I began playing pinball machines on occasion and then for several hours every day. For five years (had the two senior years). We didn't have carpal tunnel syndrome back then or I would have died from it. On our outing, we left the house in the morning and didn't return until early evening, the great length of time owing to the number of strokes I required as well as to the vast amount of time I spent hunting for my ball.

I have tried to block out memories of that golf outing, but I do occasionally have flashbacks. Frankly, I prefer the flashbacks to 'Nam. I was in a kind of Jerry Lewis mode that day and there were a lot of laughs, all at my expense.

I recall having a golf bag slung over my shoulder, not like you're supposed to, with the clubs low and by your side, but rather with the clubs riding high behind my right shoulder like soldiers carry rifles. At any rate, when I bent forward to tee up my ball, all of the clubs fell out, cascading over the top of my head. That one had them rolling on the fairways.

I also recall stroking a ball and having a golf cart whir up behind me with a man shouting: "Hey, you just hit my ball!"

"No," I said, "I think I've been playing the Jim Jeffries brand ball all along."

"I am Jim Jeffries," he replied. I was unaware golfers sometimes had their names stamped on their balls.

It was on this day, too, that I performed a truly miraculous golf feat that defies both belief and the fundamental laws of physics. Let's just say if Jesus had done it (at Bethlehem Hills Country Club) they'd be teaching the tale in Sunday School.

I teed up the ball, and of course everyone in my group was staring at me, because they didn't want to miss something good. What they saw they will likely never see again.

I took a healthy backswing, whipped the driver through, and did manage to strike the ball, rather than pounding the turf behind it or going over the top and completely whiffing as is so often the case. My partners gazed downrange, but could not pick up the flight of the ball. About two seconds after my swing there was a dull thud as it came to earth not more than twenty feet from the tee.

Behind the tee! I had hit my drive backward, apparently stroking it almost straight up but with so much backspin that it landed behind me. This time my friends did not immediately laugh. They were dumbstruck... aghast... awed at that to which they had borne witness.

That was in the early 1970s. Since then I have continued to amuse others by playing my own quixotic brand of golf in which I keep striving to reach the unreachable par. For fifty years I have played pretty much Par Free Golf.

Copyright (c) 2001 by Bill Geist

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Table of Contents

Introduction: How Green Is My Fairway? 1
1. A Life in the Rough 13
2. Possibly the Last American Male Takes Up Golf 20
3. Bogeyman Goes Public 33
4. Do This, Don't Do That: A Game of Rules and Etiquette 48
5. Driving Ourselves to Drink 53
6. Golf Wars Weaponry 62
7. Tiger and Me: Different Strokes for Different Folks 82
8. Golf 101 91
9. Country Clubbed 96
10. Mind If I Join You? 113
11. Among My Own Kind 123
12. The City Game 127
13. SwingCam: Golf in the 21st Century 138
14. Goat Hill Golf 146
15. There's the Fairway and Then There's My Way 152
16. What's Your Handicap? 156
17. Be the Ball 164
18. Tips for Beginners 173
19. Like Father, Like Son 176
20. Big Bertha and Me 186
21. It Takes Alotta Balls 193
22. Cutting Your Losses 197
23. A Few Modest Proposals 202
24. The Bad Golfers Association National Tournament 206
Epilogue: Still Par Free 229
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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 14, 2002

    A Skulled Flop Shot

    Until now, I never read a golf book I didn¿t like. Perhaps my expectations were too high. I like Bill Geist when he¿s reporting for CBS, he¿s a regular commentator for Sunday Morning and The CBS Evening News. Although he has an Andy Rooney quality to his voice and presentation, he is funny and he¿s a great storyteller. Unfortunately, the book falls short ¿ a double bogey. As ¿The Last American Male to Take up Golf,¿ Geist tries to help us relive the embarrassing rites of passage we¿ve all encountered as we took our first hits of the damnable game - taking lessons (indoors, in a school gym, just isn¿t funny), buying clubs and equipment, purchasing a wardrobe, and of course, joining the ¿right¿ country club. Geist presents us with philosophical, rhetorical, interrogatives such as, 'What is it about this sport? [I reply, `a lifetime quest for perfection unattainable.¿] Is it a sport? [I reply, `hell yes!¿] I mean are there teams? [I reply, `Ryder Cup, Walker Cup, Solheim Cup.¿] Uniforms? [I reply, `Ryder Cup, Walker Cup, Solheim Cup.¿] Stadiums? [I reply, `How ¿bout the TPC at Sawgrass or Snoqualmie Ridge?¿] Coaches? [`Matt Thurman, Walt Williams.¿] Cheerleaders? [`Arnie¿s Army!¿] Hot dogs and beer? [`Most grille rooms or beverage carts.¿] Bench-clearing brawls? [`Grille room after a game of GOLO.¿] Any of that stuff they have in real sports? [`I rest my case.¿]' In my mind¿s ear I can hear Geist¿s whiney voice as he provides the reader with a persistent, if not denigrating dislike for the game. As if the written word were not enough, Fore! Play is also available in an audio format. Akin to fingernails across a chalkboard, this book was not my cup of tea.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 27, 2001

    The funniest book I've ever read!

    This was hysterical, I've never laughed so hard in my life. On top of all that I've never read this book or listened to it on tape, so I wouldn't put too much trust into this rev

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