About the Iron Thong Golfing Gang

About Iron Thong Golf
and How the Name Was Created.

Iron Thong Golf, "As we call it", located in San Antonio, Texas, started out as a friendly Saturday morning golf round. You see, we have nothing better to do on a Saturday morning. We go out and "share good space" as quoted by Sam. We have been golfing together on and off for about 5 years. Life is full of fun but Saturdays brings to us the game we call golf, keeps us coming back for more. Is it the punishment we endure or the those special times we share? Was it watching Johnny hit a 202 yard 5 iron into the 7th hole at Pecan in the hole for a hole in one? Is it playing 36 holes in the 102 degree heat in South Texas? Is it the road trips we take? Or let's be real here - it's the freakin' beer isn't it? Whatever it is, it pulls at us like a train to come back for more, week after week, round after round to play the game we will never master - GOLF!

Iron Thong? Why in the world would we call our league Iron Thong? It all started on a nice summer Saturday morning when the testosterone kicked in during a friendly round. Sam was going head to head with Jeff and Sam said he was going to adjust Jeff's thong, hehehehe. That was when all the thong adjusting started and boy let me tell you, a whole lot of us have had our thong adjusted and sometimes it isn't pretty. I mean, hey! The whole idea of golf is to make you wish you stayed home with mommy. You know how it is, how many times have you played this evil game. Who could be so cruel as to invent a game that has a way to sneak up and get you like this one. It's about capitalizing on the good and putting the bad behind you and if you are a golfer you know exactly what I mean. Well months later Sam, being the competitor he is, was hot on Johnny's ass. See, Johnny was playing well - I mean a eagle on #11 at Olmos then a hole in one in #7 at Pecan Valley he was on one of them golf highs "A place where I am still to visit". Sam said he was going to adjust Johnny's thong. Johnny said Sam! You can't adjust my thong - I'm wearing an Iron Thong! I was funny as hell - I remember the moment like it was yesterday. Well, sure as the golf gods punish you for getting cocky, Johnny was untouchable that week with his Iron Thong! And I don't think Sam and Ed will ever be the same after that victory dance Johnny performed for us at the 19th hole! Hehehehe. So, here we are, thanks to Johnny with the adopted name - The Iron Thong Golfing Gang! So the question is - Are you the Thong Adjuster or the Adjusted? If you play in this group you better bring some lube - cause sooner or later your going get it and when you do, it will get nasty!

Now about the website - Why? What is up with it? Well the story behind this probably won't amaze you - let's just say the space was always good up until the very moment of identifying the skins. Yeah I know, not everyone's golf game is the same - but for the most part we played straight up with no handicap. A great idea when everyone is of equal talent level. But in the Iron Thong, believe me, it gets nasty when it cost more for balls then the freakin' round. So in order to adjust and level the playing field we adopted a handicap system, "which is what we should have done years ago". This system worked well, but we came to the next road block - how to track them. So after many beers and much verbal abuse we turned to information technology to the solve the problem. So, in an effort to settle all the naysayers and beer bloated verbal abuse here it is, the website Iron Thong, were you as a member can come and evaluate your game hole by hole and stoke by stroke. While your here maybe you should look at your competition. Here you can get the upper hand, this is if you can actually execute the shots needed to make a move on the course. Enjoy the website!

Make no mistake! We play by the rules. All you bumpers, mulligan givers and takers and "good by me" on the green punks might as well stay home with mommy. This is full fledge golf, the type that makes you think and will cost you 5 or more strokes a round if your not careful. And when I say strokes - hehehehe - I don't use that word lightly Iron Thongers! Or is that dental floss your wearing big boy? This is our story, our Saturday morning saga of the personal battle of will, determination, control and the shear agony of defeat! If your lucky enough and play to your handicap you can enjoy Victory and wear the Iron Thong!

This Page Last Updated On: 01/01/2009 12:15:46 AM