I have been trying for quite some time to come up with a good explanation about how I feel about the game of golf. This weekend the words may have come to me. I am going to attempt to explain it like this.
Golf is a beautiful girl. You met her and you guys just hit it off so well. You went on a date and got ice cream and laughed into the moonlight and you realized that you want to hang out with her all the time. Things are going well.
It's a lot like that with golf. You can go out on a beautiful day and hit a round that you talk about well into the week. Every shot feels good and you stand in awe as your drives soar down the middle of the fairway and your putts fall into the hole with satisfying ease! You want to see these links everyday.
Then tragedy strikes. Just when you think you have the girl of your dreams in your arms you come around the corner at school and see her making out with your best friend. Betrayed. That is how she makes you feel. What hurts most is all that you can think about is the laughter you shared and the fond memories you can created.
That is golf. You had a great round and hit the ball like a pro. You visit the course the next weekend with a renewed vigor and an appreciation. Then you pound your first drive a mile right of the fairway into the Amazon rain forrest and that's when you realize: golf is cheating on you with your best friend.
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