Caddycide
Looking back at the summer, a highlight – maybe The Highlight – was when I viewed the afterlife. I went there. A first. I benched myself. Caddycide. A bit of pain. Then a chance to watch from the ether.
Switchbacks
Graham had a possible epiphany a few weekends ago. It was a local tournament. Emotions have been a tough nut for him to crack. That being said, how many of us can realistically call that nut cracked at whatever age?
Golf is Stoopid
Golf, is what you hear. Snore, is what you may think. Hitting a ball into a hole with a stick, really? Pfft. What a waste. For what possible reason would any half-wit spend a day… Woah, okay, just woah. If
How to Teach Your 3 Year-Old to Golf
I find myself on a golf course. The sun gets higher, and the damp turf steams like a feminist after a Trump tweet. A tournament. I’m a caddy. At this moment, my player is breaking down, stationary, in tears, finding
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