course played: presidio
holes played: 1 to 9.5
balls lost: 2
balls found: 6
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MY GOLF BALL
... or at least i did yesterday. over the past few weeks, i feel that there has been improvement to my game. blinded by this illusion of confidence, i made the executive decision to graduate from playing the busch league noodles and muddy talyormades that i have been finding on the course. i deemed myself ready to use a couple new shimmery calloway solaires. to personalize them, i sharpie-tattooed each with a tiny little red heart.
then, this happened:
i duffed my very first swing on the very first hole and sent the ball rolling ~15 yards. at least it was retrievable. on the second swing, i swung it like i meant it and sent the newly tattooed ball flying - in the wrong direction - out of bounds - over a net - and into the driving range. MAN DOWN!
its tattooed brother didn't survive much longer. somewhere between the second and third holes, that little guy disappeared into the bushes.
apparently, new balls aren't meant for everyone.{*}
*insert obviouss, yet off-color ball-related joke here
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