Tuesday, July 13, 2004
//the boy who cried golf
i never really understood what the fuss is about golf. you hit a ball, you look for it, you hit it again until you reach the place with shorter grass, change clubs, take the ball to the hole. golf. sure, happy gilmore was hilarious, it has always been my favorite adam sandler movie, but i never really fully appreciated how golf can even stimulate one's sense of challenge.
well, that was before yesterday, and that was before i looked something like this at that damn par 5 hole by the river where i lost a ball...
after 6 holes of zigzagging the fairway, i ended up sitting outside my garage contemplating on the meaning of life. how can something so simple be so complicated? why can't i hit the ball with wood? what will happen to that golf ball i drove smack in the middle of the river? will it stay there for another hundred thousand years, only to be excavated and celebrated as proof of civilization?
okay, so i sucked yesterday. but it's not the end of the world. i am better than this sport. i can overcome this... i hate this game.
is it 4 pm yet? i can't wait to hit the driving range again. back to square one.
damned wood.
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