Some home truths laid down for us Golfers

This is a NWOT, never been worn Jack Nicklaus "The Memorial Tournament" commemorative golf shirt which was purchased at the PGA Tour 2011 Memorial Tournament gift shop at Muirfield Village Golf Club in Dublin Ohio as a gift from my significant other who of course is a golfer. Feel free to ask any questions.

I never liked golf - frankly if you need to wear a collared shirt to play it, it is not a sport.

My SO wanted to introduce me to his "classy" gentleman's game for whatever reasons since I've always found it Freudingly peculiar that grown men want nothing more than to stare down and wrap their hands around a shaft for 5 hours a day in a toxic artificially manmade environment they call "nature".

As we sashayed down the cart path at Muirfield Woods at Jack Nicklaus's Memorial Golf Tournament on June 4, 2011, next to the 10th hole fairway to head home we decided to step off the cart path to grab a quick lemonade. I can tell you Muirfied Woods is no Augusta. There were unkempt small ditches eroded by the rainfall and uncut grass - and one step on the wrong spot of that badly groomed path sent me tumbling to the ground. I thought I felt the bone snap, broke out in a sweat and became nauseous. First aid tried to quickly pull me up and move me off the grounds to steer me home but I could not walk. It appears as though my right foot was broken (see pic) and my left foot was sprained, not to mention lacerations on my legs. First aid did, however, offer a band-aid. Here is a video of the area taken a year later where you can see the shoddy grooming now since the grass has eroded away: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5jkPg2xIVp8

Shown also is a photo of the course indicating the exact location of my fall, the distance walked after the injury to catch the bus, as well as the locations of the individuals we'd asked for help (and were denied).

This tournament is sponsored by Nationwide Insurance (aka "on your side"), yet we could not even get the first aid crew to give me a ride back to the bus staging area (well over a mile away) in order to take us back to our car at the Zoo where we were required to park. That's a long walk with one foot broken and the other sprained. We asked numerous course officials there including CBS, the Dublin police guard as well as a few of the concession workers and everyone refused - even with blood oozing from the lacerations dripping down my legs. So with one broken foot, one sprained ankle and blood oozing down my legs I hobbled well over a mile back to where I could catch the bus. I was grateful to have had my folding chair to use as a cane. My SO was shattered because his moment to shine in his "sport" became an agonizing trek with him feeling helpless and guilty. We did submit a claim to Nationwide to cover the medical costs but they denied it.

The following day when returning home I did see a foot specialist and sure enough the right foot was broken and the left one sprained. He did give me a pretty pink cast to match my "Oh Cabana Boy" nail polish. I did contact Muirfield after the tournament to inform them of the treatment I received (or non-treatment) and they refused to return the calls. The young lady there put me into a Chris Stiffler's voice mail - I left numerous messages for him and he refused to return my calls as well. I even had an attorney contact them who in turn put us in touch with Nationwide - all I'd hoped for was at least some help with the medical bills - and they refused. Or at least to alert them of the shoddy, negligent treatment of a visitor to their "world class" facility. If this is the result of being number one in golf and the epitome of course designs, you "gentlemen" are so far off the mark of excellence from what you think you are and what you truly are. I'd rather take my chances at a rodeo or a Nascar race where at least men are men unlike you pansied ball washers in polo shirts and footies. The real heroes are men like Charles Ramsey in Cleveland that still have a conscience, courage and a heart.

As a result of the broken foot & sprained ankle I wound up losing my job as well, I lost any and all potential respect for the "great" game of golf, the illusion of it being a "gentleman's game", and most of all the illusion of the "Golden Bear" Jack Nicklaus who purports to be the greatest golfer of all time, who I grew up with - as long as there's a camera in front of him he's the greatest - but let a 61 year old Grandmother fall and ask for help but instead was forced to walk over a mile with no help from the "greatest of the greatest" in his shining hour just goes to show that class isn't in money or fame and it surely isn't in golf.

Mr. Nicklaus you are the poster child for the elite 1% - where profits take precedence over others' well being - and I am grateful not to be a part of it. You may give to charities and publicize your do-good deeds but you can't even stand by your own game on your own turf.

If anyone would like a lighter to go with the shirt just ask - I'll ship the shirt free provided you set the shirt on fire and video it on YouTube for me.

So here's the shirt to go with a memorable day.

Men's Medium, "CAT" (golden) yellow, Memorial Tournament logo, Jack Nicklaus signature embroidered on the left sleeve. 100% polyester made in China.

Memo to Jack: Feel free to use the "Buy It Now" option...maybe *someone* over at that goat ranch has a conscience.

navyblueshorts wrote:Who gives a schiess? She fell down - should have been watching her footing. Her rant proves what? Nothing what-so-ever. It's one-sided and she might find herself in trouble re. libel in the near future. As MPB says, she sounds a blast to spend time with.