A Good Walk Spoiled


Saturday was a perfect day for golf in the North Georgia mountains.  Well, it would have been perfect for someone who doesn’t suck.  Out of 27 holes played, I won five, maybe six of them.  I’m going to have to cut Stu’s hamstring so that he will start pushing everything off to the right.  He’ll never come through on anything.  He’ll quit the game.

Although my sobbing was on the inside, I felt like this guy.  You have to wonder if that towing incident took place on Church St.   Even so, it is still funny in a laughing at the misfortunes of others sort of way.



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