I’ll be honest; I haven’t been all that excited about playing golf lately.
My sheer incompetence, even at the driving range, combined with the inability to do anything about it, has left me discouraged.
But I hate quitting anything, and what was I going to tell my father-in-law, “Sorry, I don’t want to play today because all it will do is p–s me off”? Continue reading “Golf … without the four-letter words”