Scary stuff here. A runaway golf cart plows through a group of football staff.

But here’s the really strange thing. It takes off in another directions, turns, and then heads straight toward the crowd. I wonder if its name is Christine

Weird Golf Story

Two wild boar piglets met their bloody demise on Tuesday after a Värmland golf club finally tired of their foraging in the rough, nosing across the greens and snuffling along the fairways.
”We hope that we are rid of them now, that the others were scared off for good,” said Malte Ottosson, chairman of the Dömle Golf Club, to The Local.

The wild boar family, a sow and eight piglets, has been terrorising the fairways for about a week, Ottosson said. In local media it has been speculated on whether they have been placed in the area by hunters, hoping to increase the brood.

All Ottosson knows for sure is that they appeared suddenly and started to cause havoc on the greens.

”They just came out of nowhere and started ruining our fairways,” he said.

More here.

There’s a fair bit of research out there that shows that the difference between an dilettante and a top pro in any endeavor is about 10,000 hours of practice. Based on this idea, one man has committed himself to putting in 10,000 hours of practice to go from novice to pro.

As much as I love golf, I don’t think I could do it.

When I was young, my father used to claim that boys needed to do the bulk of the yard work because there was a critter out there called a “land shark” which ate middle aged men. The only preventative was beer and a lounge chair. Boys, it seems, don’t taste good to the sharks.

I was disappointed when I visited a Disney Golf Course in Florida and didn’t see a single alligator. But now, it seems that one Queensland course, has one-upped the alligators in Florida with a shark in a pond. Now that’s a hazard:

A pair of Fresno, California ATM thieves have been making their getaways in a golf cart.

A sign of the times, I suppose. Or perhaps a sign of the end-times.

Another sign of the apocalypse: police in Monterey County said they found an explosive device at the foot of the forty foot cliff on Pebble Beach’s ninth.

I can only speculate that the madman intended to bring down the cliff, and with it, the hole.

A pair of thieves apparently are decapitating expensive drivers and stealing the heads in Pittsburgh area Dick’s Sporting Goods stores. The assumption has to be that they’ll reshaft the clubs—a relatively easy and inexpensive proposition—for later sale. Still, it’s strange.