Golf in the park with a dog

I like playing golf in the park with the dog.

The dog hounds about making friends with other dogs and chases ducks he will never catch.

I hit a sand wedge. Then walk across to the ball and hit it back again.

Right now, I’m a crap golfer. There was a lot of golf played the last time they let me on a course. That 104 was, believe it or not, an improvement on the previous week’s 106. At least the score is moving in the right direction.

The weird thing about golfers is that those who shoot in the high 90s or worse spend a lot of time telling other bad golfers how to swing a golf club. Those who regularly shoot in the 80s or better, tend to say nothing unless you ask.

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