The Marshalls at the club, where I play golf, are always driving around making sure everyone is keeping up and moving right along. If there are some gaps between holes, they ask everyone to speed up the play a bit. We always tell them that we are not the problem. We say that it is either the group in front of us or the group behind us, and could possibly be the men. He tells us he knows that, but pleads with us to move faster. We comply and move right along. Someone might lose their ball, and we look in the woods for it. We know we can’t take much time searching because the Marshall might think we are the slow culprits, which, of course, we aren’t.
The Marshalls do not have an easy job. It is not easy telling golfers to hurry up and move. They have to give wet towels to golfers when the hot summer is broiling everyone. They must go retrieve a golf cart that have decided to just sit there. They have to listen to endless stories and excuses as to why the golfer drove on the fairway, when it is “golf path only”. I don’t know how they survive golfers’ laments.
We might be talking, laughing and having such fun and the Marshall will be driving up and we say, “look out, here comes the Marshall.” We try to hurry and move on. Marshalls add fun and excitement to our rounds of golf. We are happy and are lucky that our club has such nice Marshalls; they are to be commended.
I would love to hear about yours, and if you have a picture, I will post it.
