I’m in; I’m just one of them now. 🙂 Ten guys (plus P) yesterday and five today, and they’ve finally stopped “tidying up” their language because of me. I don’t want them thinking, “Can’t say ‘shit’ or ‘goddammit’ if I make a bad shot because some guy’s wife comes with him every time”. I don’t want to listen to someone like that pottymouthed boy who came to the tournament with JD (soft-spoken, ever the gentleman JD, of all people) because that was like being back in the army, or at the prison where they could give me (on my most frustrated day) a run for my profanity money, even if they’re just engaged in casual conversation. Fuck this, fuck that, he fuckin’ said, I fuckin’ went, this shit, that shit the other goddamned shit…it gets old, fast. I don’t think anyone really wants to hear people talk like that all of the time. If I was pissed off because I’d whacked a tree on my drive (or pleased because made a difficult shot), I’d want to say so in no uncertain terms and that’s what I want them to do, too. If I wanted to make a risqué joke about “getting wood”, I wouldn’t want to start the sentence, then realise there was one person who might be offended. I want them to just do what they’d do if I was another guy. Dan, Bob, Larry and Dave still step aside and let me go ahead if we get to a spot where we can go only single file, but that’s the way they were raised and if that’s what they want to do, it’s okay with me–I’ll just say, “Thank you!” and get my arse in gear so I’m not holding up the line. They’re decent, average guys and I think they’ve finally accepted that I am, too. I just happen to be one incapable of “getting wood” in any sense other than smacking a tree with a disc. 😉