I once teed off on the first hole of a golf course and sliced the shot so badly that the ball ended up on the fairway of the adjacent hole, the 9th. Needless to say, the duffers walking down the 9th fairway were surprised at almost being killed by the unseen sniper.
Golf is not my thing. By the third hole, I'm usually an anxious curse-spewing wreck, and it doesn't get better from there.
I was always more of a 19th hole sort of fellow.
Golf is not my thing. By the third hole, I'm usually an anxious curse-spewing wreck, and it doesn't get better from there.
I was always more of a 19th hole sort of fellow.
