I remember playing on torrential rain as a junior, standing on the fairway waiting for the green to clear. Making practise swings with my 5 iron, one after the other, just to keep warm.
Then all of a sudden, at the end of one practise swing realising that I no longer had the club in my hand! At the top of the last swing it had come flying out of my hand towards a river - you guessed it - never to be seen again.
That little lesson taught me to keep grips dry!
Apart from that and the obligatory crashing a golf buggy into a bunker, or spinning it and sending your playing partner sprawling across the fairway that has to come top of my stupidist accomplishments.
Then all of a sudden, at the end of one practise swing realising that I no longer had the club in my hand! At the top of the last swing it had come flying out of my hand towards a river - you guessed it - never to be seen again.
That little lesson taught me to keep grips dry!
Apart from that and the obligatory crashing a golf buggy into a bunker, or spinning it and sending your playing partner sprawling across the fairway that has to come top of my stupidist accomplishments.