This
was my fourth, and possibly last, week smacking that little white sucker all
over freaking place, then back again. Plain and simple, I stink at golf. Maybe
I’d be a little better if I tried
harder, but I don’t believe I have the desire (or the skill?).
Let’s
weigh it out, shall we?
Pros:
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Breathtaking mornings spent outside walking hills
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3 hours knocking around with two very close friends talking all
kinds of crazy s#$t
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Swearing slides right by
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Bar Cheese on Ritz Crackers at the Halfway House plus hot coffee ALWAYS
equals a breakfast of champions
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Using my clubs to practice the baton twirling learned at summer camp
when young
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Working on the tan albeit causing strange lines
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Easy to say, “Hole over! Give me a 10.”
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Cute caddies
Cons:
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Don’t really care for the sport
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Friends give me sad puppy dog eyes when I say “but I just don’t wanna.”
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Sucks to suck
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Clothes are not attractive, AND no
one looks really good in them except “Cookie” who’s a size 2 and wears short
skirts (she looks good)
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And don’t get me started on the U-G-L-Y SHOES
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Takes up way too much time
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Diminishes my math skills. I can subtract 5 from 9 yet “How many more
holes?”
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Makes people crabby and whine or maybe just me
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IT IS NOT EXERCISE
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Elicits an unfocused feeling when in reality focus is just fine
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Not a beach but too much water and sand
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Balls act as water seeking missiles, see above
Did
I already mention I totally suck?
And if you love this sport, more power to you. I do not share your view.
