I took the day off from work today to play golf with some buddies of mine.
As always, I played terribly. After I broke the head off my driver1, the club pro actually rounded up members of the club and collected donations for me, assuming that I suffered from cerebral palsy2.
1Really.
2Not really.
As always, I played terribly. After I broke the head off my driver1, the club pro actually rounded up members of the club and collected donations for me, assuming that I suffered from cerebral palsy2.
1Really.
2Not really.
to whom do I make the check payable?
p.s. -- that's why I don't play golf. I can't quite get a full backswing from a wheelchair
I'm, uh, not allowed to play golf anymore. I tried taking lessons in high school and my coach threatened me with my life if I ever picked up a club again. Apparently I'm somewhat of a menace. Ahem.
Ah. I know your kind.