Who is the worst (or strangest) person that you've been paired up with?

I tend to play a lot as a single and get paired up with a lot of people.  Most everyone is nice to play with, and it's not that hard to adapt to someone's style after a hole or two.

Two characters really stand out for me, though.

The worst person I've been paired up with was a very good golfer, probably low, single digits.  But he completely lost it on one hole after he chunked a shot and threw his club into a tree.  The club got stuck in the tree, and he started throwing other clubs up to try and get it down.  The rest of our group just stood there in shock, but he said to go on and keep playing without him.

The part that bothered me the most was that I got the feeling that if he was playing by himself, he wouldn't have thrown the club at all.  It was almost as if he was putting on a show to demonstrate how it was completely beneath him and out of character to chunk a shot.  Unfortunately, the guy caught up with us at the next tee.

The strangest person I've been paired up with was a dude wearing a pair of ProAim putting glasses all day.  He looked like a freaking cyborg and never took them off.  I was paired up with his threesome, and his group also included the foursome right behind us.  After we would tee off, this guy would move the tee markers way back to put his friends behind us at a disadvantage.  It was a very strange day.



Anyone else get paired up with any interesting characters on a course?

myself

The coke fiend, cell phone guy was probably the worst.  Played a round with him in St. George and then got paired with him again in Layton - 300+ miles away!!!  Thankfully it was my home course and my boys in the clubhouse reworked things and saved me.

Clive was probably the strangest.  I mean, assless chaps on the golf course just aren't for everybody.

He makes it work though.

Worst: the guys I got paired up with a few weeks ago. Pretty good golfers but waaaay to serious. You know the types who take 5 minutes to line up a putt, address the ball, then a bird chirps or something and they have to step away from the ball, pace for a second and then go through their whole routine again. Every missed birdie opportunity was a slammed putter and a vulgar tirade, ever made birdie putt was a fist pump and a "yeeahhh" that would put some of Aske's death metal cookie monster vox guys to shame. Oh, not to mention ultra condescending to me and my brother. We sent them on their way on the 13th tee box, which was about 12 holes too late.

Weirdest: My brother.

I don't know if they were strange or if I was unkind.  Periodically, I like to play 9 after work and just unwind and just not worry about anything.  On one of these occasions, I met a man and his son (about 12) on the first tee and they (almost eagerly) asked if I would join them.  It became quickly apparent that they wanted me to join them so that I could give them both lessons while we played as this was only the second time that they've been on the golf course in their lives, and they never hit the range.  TFT has played golf with me, and can testify that it would be very scary for me to teach anyone anything about golf as they could turn out to be a super hacker like me.  Anyway, I did try to help them for a few holes, but then told them I needed to play ahead so that I could finish before dark.  But I did suggest getting lessons, getting Hogan's book, and working on their short game before getting back to the course.

Had a guy in my group once who spent the entire round giving himself a testicular self-examination.

For the moon, peaches.

I'll be interested in hearing your response to this thread, in say, a month?