It's Hard To Believe This Fella Who Showed Up To Play A Round Of Golf In A Sleeveless Shirt Ended Up In A Fight
It's a lovely Monday afternoon. Work sucks, but you just clocked out and you're all jazzed up because you have a 5:35 tee time at the local muni. Your swing feels like it's in a great place lately ever since you've decided to stop trying to crush the ball every time. You've got a nice, smooth tempo. You're making smart decisions like just taking your medicine and punching out. You're not compounding mistakes. It seems like you're really starting to turn a corner in your game.
Then here comes your piece of shit buddy, Derek. He still plays the game like a dickhead. He's swinging as hard as he possibly can every time he's over the ball. He shows up to play in jean shorts and a cutoff shirt, doesn't shut up at all during the whole round, and somehow he's up 4 thru 6 against you. He's driving you crazy because you know you're a better golfer than he is, but somehow he's whooping your ass. You hit your best drive of the day, follow it up by skull fucking your 2nd shot over the green, and you finally snap. It's time to fight Derek.
Big mistake.
Not only does he put your ass to sleep, but he stomps on your head and looks like he beats you with your own range finder just for good measure. With friends like Derek, who needs enemies. Now your lifeless body is just laying there waiting for the next group coming up behind you to come peel you off the apron.
And the worst part of it all? You'll be right back out there with Derek the same time again next week. He's a fucking asshole, but he's your boy. Plus you need to find a way to win some of your money back.