A few years ago a handful of my high school buddies started getting together every year. They’re great guys and I’m always glad to see them!
But every year we do something they love, I loathe. Golf.
I’m not talking about fun golf, like Putt-Putt, where you navigate obstacles, putt over the astro turf hill, and maybe even win a free game with a hole in one at the Windmill. Nope! Nothing fun like that!
They like golf-golf, where you whack a little white ball (orange for me so I can find it in the woods) and hit it over acres and acres of mowed grass that’s had gallons of ‘Weed Be Gone’ sprayed on it. The only goal is to knock the little ball in a coffee cup in the ground that you can’t see.
Psft! What are they thinking?! Continue reading Golf With a Putter and Six Iron