Bejesus the planets must be aligned......We agree again
Like many blokes who approach middle age I was peer pressured into golf by mates who saw it a great post footy career 'sport'. I bought a nice set of left handed clubs from some old dead left handers widow, stupid polyester pants, a fat wheeled trolly and I was off. I played every friday arvo for about a year, privately hating the experience but pretending I was having a hoot of a time, all the while thinking I'd eventually 'get it'. Then one particularly stinkin' hot Friday after hitting 9 on a par 3 on the fifth green it hit me that I was never going to like the f*#king game. I quietly put my putter in my bag and walked off the course without a word to my mates and adjourned to the golf club for a refreshing few beers while waiting for the boys to finish their 9 holes. Except for hitting a bucket of balls while pissed at the Tap Inn in Adelaide during the Clipsal 500 weekend earlier in the year
(Adelaide guys will know what I mean, it's an unbelievable downtown pub with an inbuilt driving range..pretty cool), I've never been near a golf club since. Ironically the other guys I played with on Fridays have also chucked the stupid game in. I think they were privately thinking the same thing as me, pretending that they enjoyed chasing a f*#king ball around a paddock......I'd rather roll in dogshit than play golf.
