It’s that time of year again, the season where it’s reaffirmed that I’m the worst golfer on the eastern seaboard. How bad, you ask? Let’s go to the tape.
Notice the purposeful approach, the patient, quiet swing and the utter grace exhibited. It’s not like this video happened to capture some rare “Oh my God you’re not going to believe this” occurrence on the course. This kind of stuff happens on every hole I play, no matter where I play. Mini golf included.
Soon I shall begin taking lessons—again. I will vigilantly practice some more. And after a few months of hacking around, chewing up each fairway with a five iron or a hybrid—or a five iron hybrid, if such a thing exists—a video will be shot of me playing only slightly better than what you’ve just witnessed.
In retrospect, I think maybe Mark Twain was right.
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Umm, at least the passion is good.
ReplyDeleteWay to find the silver lining ;)
ReplyDeleteNp, I think you did a nice job in summing up golf with the video, it looked alot like my play used to, especially the first 'shot'
ReplyDeleteI say skip the lessons. Love you!
ReplyDeleteI'm still laughing. I literally can't stop.
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