Chip shot…



Chip shot…

I have never been much of a golf fan.

I can remember as a child my dad watching PGA matches on Sunday afternoons… bored out of my mind… the slow pace, the whispering commenters and the gadawful clothes.

To this day, if I’m not aiming at a clown’s mouth on astroturf, you won’t find me on a golf course.

My daughter though is dating a guy who loves to golf. She even gave him pro lessons for Christmas. His parents live next to a golf course in North Carolina and she has embraced the game to the point she is buying shoes. Shoes! That’s serious.


If someone could guarantee that I would ever be a skilled enough player to do this… I would sign up in a heartbeat.

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