Golf

Golf is a game I love to hate. I call it a game and not a sport, because if you can smoke and drink while your doing it - it's not a sport. I digress...
Back up a few years... we had a windfall at a casino and I decided to get golf clubs. The pro said I was too tall for ladies' clubs, so he hooked me up with senior men's clubs, as they are more flexible than regular men's clubs. I've hacked and hewed at many courses and a few tournaments and hated most of it. Pat says I have golf-induced tourette's syndrome because I curse after just about every stroke.
I'd pretty much given up and hadn't touched my clubs in about three years. My clubs were covered in dust, as were my red patent leather golf shoes (they are beautiful and one reason I should continue the game).
We decided to hit Pruneridge today - a nine hole 30 par course nearby. I wasn't expecting much, in fact, I was expecting nothing but a nice walk outdoors.
Boy, was I pleasantly surprised! We hit a bucket before we started and it sort of came back to me. I did okay, had some nice drives and thoroughly enjoyed myself. I even bogeyed a couple of holes! I had a blast! Maybe there's hope for me yet with golf.