It’s not my fault. I was minding my own business at work when the Regional Supervisor asked if I would like to join him for a round of golf on the weekend. Little did I know what the game of golf does to a fierce competitor.
Some guy named Tiger made the game look easy so after work I headed to the sporting goods store to pick up a set of clubs. I picked out the biggest ones .
On Saturday I showed up in my new golf apparel ready to impress the supervisor.Is this new to you? Catch up here On the first tee I watched as the three other players took their turns and drove their golf balls down the fairway. Confidently I teed up my ball, swiveled my hips like a guy I saw on TV, and took a mighty swing. Plink. Plop plop. The ball traveled all of 15 feet.
The others tried not to laugh. They told me to tee it up and try again. This time I slowed down and hit the ball squarely down the middle of the fairway. What a rush! From that point forward I was hooked. So now you know why I can’t stop now. I’m addicted to golf.