Ever know you were standing on that precipice of a spectacular round of golf only to stumble, trip collapse (insert failure metaphor here)?
Well it’s happened to me in spades today. Here is my little ode to my love/hate relationship with golf.
You cursed round little ball. You do not care which way you fall. You just won’t fall my way. Pure and simple. Why? Are you not round enough? Are you not clean enough? Perhaps I need to move the change in one pocket to another?
Whatever the reason I will never admit to operator error. It’s all your fault.