Many summers ago, I recall lying in front of the TV, wearing in my shorts, sipping a refreshing drink, enjoying the warm breeze, watching the Masters. I found myself being strangely fascinated by the game. Until that point I had considered it a game for the rich, well-to-do and young, loud, brash sales reps.
I decided to get of my lazy backside and have a go is it as addictive as they say? Surely it cant be that hard to knock a small white ball around a field of trees and sandpits!
So, without the first clue in what to do I went to the local golf course. I watched a while and decided that I ought to use the practice area (driving range) before wowing everyone with my natural skill on the course.
I asked the man in the shop to have a go on the driving range
How many balls? he asked
Just the one I replied
100 or 200? came the reply
Oh I see, just 100 I said feeling Id soon get the grip of it.
It was only as I left the shop I realized Id forgotten something so I returned. Have you got any sticks? I enquired.
You mean CLUBS
Whatever
1, 2,3,4,5,6,7,8, or 9?
I was starting to wonder what the obsession...
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