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.
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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