I played a lot of golf with a half Italian and half Polish ancestry American. He was in our regular foursome every Sunday morning. Very nice person and a good golfer, but had an erratic temper. One time he hit a bad shot, and then threw that club as hard as he could. Funny thing was it got stuck in a very tall tree. There was no way we could retrieve it. Another time he hit a bad chip, and the slammed his golf bag with that club. The club head broke off. Later on he pulls out another club from the bag to use. You guessed it, it was bent! But like I said, he was a nice person and we loved playing golf with him.
My friend Frank, Half Italian, Half Peurto Rican, could be counted on to throw his clubs every time!!
But man was he tough. We were in our late teens at a club and a brawl broke out in front of the club outside. He got hit with brass knuckles and still clobbered the kid.
The funniest part is, I was watching the fight through a window, thinking “i have the best seat in the house” :)
Then I see some guy at the bottom of a pile throwing desperate punches and it’s one of my best friends, Enia!!
I came THISCLOSE to sneaking out and going home, lol!
Instead i joined the party. Boy were we outnumbered. Held our own though.
ah, youth