55 Baseball Puns That Are a Real Hit
Baseball is the only sport where you can talk about stealing and sacrifice in the same sentence and nobody calls the cops.
Golf is the only sport where you can spend five hours outside, walk six miles, and somehow end up angrier than when you started. I’ve been playing (badly) for about twelve years now, and the only thing I’m actually good at is making puns about it. So here’s what I’ve got, the product of thousands of lost balls and zero improvement.
You drive me crazy.
That’s it. That’s the text you send your golf buddy at 6 AM on a Saturday. No context needed.
I’m genuinely proud of this one even though I definitely didn’t invent it. Works as an Instagram caption, a bumper sticker, a tattoo if you’re unhinged enough. Versatile queen of golf puns.
Bad at golf? Join the club.
Honestly this one does double duty because “club” works both ways and also because misery loves company, which is basically why foursomes exist.
It takes a lot of balls to golf the way I do.
My buddy Craig spends more time in the sand than David Hasselhoff. I told him that last weekend and he didn’t laugh, which means it’s either really good or really bad. I’m choosing to believe good.
Beach, please, I’m in the bunker again.
(This is just a text I actually sent my wife from the course last month.)
Look, the word “putt” is doing a LOT of heavy lifting in the golf pun world. I don’t make the rules.
What’s a golfer’s favorite type of music? Swing.
“Course language!”, what you yell when your partner drops an F-bomb after finding the water. This is an elite pun. Coarse. Course. It’s right there and yet most people miss it. I will die on this hill, which is also a golf hazard, now that I think about it.
Why do golfers love donuts? They’re full of holes.
Yeah. I know. Moving on.
Born to golf, forced to work.
If you haven’t seen this on at least three polo shirts at your local municipal course, you don’t play enough golf.
Fore-get about it!
Best delivered in a Sopranos accent. Non-negotiable.
Golf is like taxes, you drive hard to get to the green, and end up in the hole.
This one hits different in April. It hits different every month, actually, because I am always in some kind of hole.
I like big putts and I cannot lie.
I just want to say that whoever designed golf scoring to make “below par” a GOOD thing really set up the pun community for a lifetime of confusion. “That joke was below par” could be an insult or a compliment depending on who you’re talking to. Anyway.
That joke was below par… literally.
You had me at fore!
I said this to my wife on our third date (mini golf, she won by eleven strokes) and she still married me, so either it worked or she has terrible judgment. Both, probably.
I golf you on my mind.
This is a stretch. I know it’s a stretch. I’m including it because sometimes you gotta swing for the fences, wait, wrong sport.
Nerds who golf are a very specific demographic and I’m pandering directly to them.
It’s a rough life.
Life’s better with a good lie.
For non-golfers: a “lie” is how your ball sits on the ground. For everyone: this is also just true in general. Don’t @ me.
Nice shot, shankapotamus.
I call my friend Derek this at least twice per round and it never stops being funny to me. He disagrees.
The eagle has landed.
This one requires you to actually make an eagle, which I’ve done exactly once in my life (par 5, downhill, wind-assisted, probably illegal). But when it happened? I said it. Out loud. To no one. On a Tuesday.
A chip off the old block.
What do you call a lion on the golf course? A golfing iron.
Okay I’m sorry. I’m sorry. That one’s terrible and I feel bad but it’s staying in.
Golf balls are like eggs. They’re both white, sold by the dozen, and a week later you have to go out and buy more.
This isn’t technically a pun, it’s more of an observation, but it’s so painfully accurate that it earns its spot. I spent $40 on Pro V1s last month and I’m pretty sure they’re all in a pond on the 7th hole at Riverside now.
Tee time is my happy hour.
This is my cup of tee.
Solid. Reliable. The Honda Civic of golf puns.
Swingin’ in the rain.
If you’ve never played eighteen in a downpour, you haven’t lived. You’ve also made better decisions than me. But you haven’t lived.
Birdie’s the word.
I told my friend I was having trouble with my stinger and he asked if I meant the shot or the Sting cover band he saw at a bar last week. Neither. I meant the wasp that got me on the 14th tee box. But also the shot. The shot is also bad.
Strike while the iron is hot.
This works on like four levels if you think about it, and on zero levels if you don’t play golf. Perfect pun distribution.
These are all the same pun wearing different hats and I refuse to apologize.
A slice of life.
“NASA just called. They want their ball back.”
You say this after someone tops the ball and it goes approximately nine feet. The sarcasm is the point. Tbh it’s funnier when the shot is bad than when someone actually crushes one.
A stroke of luck!
Golf is my hole personality.
Instagram gold. Put it on the photo of you three-putting from four feet. Lean into the pain.
I’m not over the hill. I’m on the back nine!
Every golfer over 50 has said this. Every single one. It’s a law of nature.
You know how in match play you can concede a putt that’s “inside the leather”, meaning closer than the length of the putter grip? My buddy missed one from inside the leather last week and I told him he needed to “get a grip.” He didn’t speak to me for two holes.
Nice divot. You should frame that.
I told my wife I needed a new wedge for my short game and she said, “You need a new wedge like you need a hole in the head.” I said, “A hole-in-one, you mean?” She did not mean that.
Shut up and drive.
That ball’s on its way to find itself.
You say this when someone slices it into the woods. The ball isn’t lost, it’s on a journey. A spiritual pilgrimage. It’ll come back changed.
It’s a hole new ball game.
What a load of trap!
(Said from inside a bunker, obviously. Doesn’t work anywhere else. Very situational. I stand by it.)
Le’s par-tee! 🎉
Send this when organizing the Saturday round. Add the emoji. Commit to the bit.
I’m on a fairway to heaven.
If you know what a “fried egg” lie in a bunker looks like, then you know why I told my playing partner his ball looked “over easy.” He stared at me. The marshal stared at me. The ball, half-buried in sand with a little crater around it like a yolk in a pan, stared at me. Ngl, I’d make that joke again.
Premature putt celebration… it happens to a lot of guys.
If you’ve ever fist-pumped before the ball dropped, you know the shame. You KNOW it.
I’m aware these are basically the same word three times. Consider it a theme.
You’re the best, by par.
Anybody else remember when TaylorMade released the Burner driver and every single person at the range said “this thing is fire”? No? Just my course? Okay. Anyway, that club was un-fore-gettable.
I peg your pardon?
This is garbage and I know it. But “peg” as in tee peg? Come on. It’s kinda there.
That’s how I roll, on the green.
My dad says he doesn’t need a mulligan in golf, he needs a mulligan in life. I told him we all do, Dad. We all do. Then he four-putted.
Stay humble and put your eagle aside.
(Eagle/ego. It’s there if you squint.)
Over the hills and fore away.
Right line, wrong planet.
For when the read is perfect and the speed is interplanetary. Every golfer knows this feeling. You did everything right and still ended up twelve feet past the hole.
Most people know birdie and eagle. Some know albatross (three under par, incredibly rare). Almost nobody knows that four under par on a single hole is called a “condor.” So when I say I’m “waiting for my condor moment,” people think I’m talking about the movie. I’m not. I’m talking about something that has happened maybe five times in recorded golf history. I will never hit one. But the pun is ready.
Catch me riding birdie.
All bets par off, I’m done. If you made it through all sixty of these, you deserve a handicap reduction just for the mental endurance. Or at least a cold beer at the turn.
Ill-eagle and proud of it. ⛳
Baseball is the only sport where you can talk about stealing and sacrifice in the same sentence and nobody calls the cops.
Tennis is the only sport where “love” means you’re losing, and honestly that tells you everything you need to know about it.
Soccer is the one sport where you can use your head and your feet but somehow still end up looking brainless and flat-footed.
Swimming is the only sport where you can be horizontal, gasping for air, and somehow still call it “relaxing.
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