I’ve been resisting the urge to get the golf clubs out of the attic for the first time in six years and play 18. It’s not that I don’t want to spend four hours or so drinking and shooting the shit with my buddies. I just keep thinking of the ridiculous greens fees and cart rental. I start thinking about dropping $30-$35 for a round, the beer, the 19th hole beer, food and extra golf balls and I start wondering why I don’t just hit the bar down the street and drink.
Then I see Katie Kearney in her yoga shorts drilling fairway woods at the golf range and the blood starts boiling again.
I start thinking what I’d shoot after 6-7 years away from the game. Would I break 90? How many pars could I sneak in over 18? These IG girls and their golf videos kill me every single time. Here I am perfectly fine in a desk chair coming off a weekend bender at Talladega and I start thinking about golf. I start thinking about all the course beers.
Dammit Kearney, you win again. Time to get the clubs out.
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