Phantom Golfer/The Great Ghost Story W/O
Oct 26 '04 (Updated Jun 13 '08)
The Bottom Line My personal experience with the great phantom golfer
This is my contribution to Epinions member jps246's The Great Ghost Story W/O. The objective is to write a story about a supernatural, paranormal or bone chilling, experience or ghost story based on personal experience.
Although I love the game of golf, as much as I hate to admit it, I am what is commonly referred to as a hacker. I spend the majority of time during most of my rounds spraying golf balls all over the course, and while searching for my wayward shots, I occasionally find a few balls lost by other golfers, but never as many as I lose. With that preface in mind, let me now tell you about the one miraculous day in my golfing experience, that I actually found more golf balls that I lost.
It was a warm, but windy, September day and my husband and I were playing as a twosome out west, on one of the most difficult courses we had ever played. It was a real roller coaster of a course, with extremely hilly terrain, lots of elevated tees, tricky greens, and a multitude of those nasty side hill, down hill, and uphill lies. When we finally made it to the back side, I knew my chances of breaking 120 were pretty much nil.
After hitting a fairly decent approach shot on about the 14th or 15th hole, I walked up to the front of the green and saw a ball sitting there 10-15 feet from the hole. This was puzzling, since my husband had not yet made his approach shot, and there was no one golfing ahead of us. Anyway, I simply shrugged my shoulders, picked up the apparent stray ball, and went about my business.
When the same thing happened on the next hole, I really began to wonder what was going on. By the time I had picked up a ball from a similar spot on the green on the 3rd consecutive hole, I began to hear the faint melody of the theme song from The Twilight Zone softly playing in my ear.
Where were these mysterious balls coming from? Was there a superbly accurate phantom golfer on the course, leaving balls 10-15 feet from the holes ahead of us, but neglecting to finish off the putts? I vacillated between the explanation that someone had noticed my ineptitude on the golf course, and decided, mercifully, to leave me a couple of sleeves of balls to make up for all the ones I'd lost that day, or that they were just mocking my lousy display of golfing, by leaving those balls in places on the green with which I am normally unfamiliar.
I still, to this day, have no idea what happened that day on the golf course; the one spectacular day, that I actually found more balls than I lost. Being a dreamer, though, I'm inclined to believe that it was the compassionate ghost of Bobby Jones or some other legendary golfer of lore, who decided to bless a pathetic hacker like me, by allowing me to experience at least once in my lifetime, the thrill of walking up to the last 4 or 5 greens on the golf course, and finding a ball within 10-15 feet of the hole. This is surely a phenomenon that I'm not likely to ever experience without supernatural intervention.
Thanks to jps246 for sponsoring this timely W/O. Please see the other entries at The Great Ghost Story W/O. Happy Halloween everyone!
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