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| jenni |
wiffle reminds me of road signs in the deep south all shot full of holes |
| heather |
One time my dad and my sister were out in the street in front of the house practicing their golf shots with little wiffle golf balls. I walked out there, my dad handed me a club.
I pondered the situation for a moment, got into position and hit the ball clear down the street. Everyone, myself included was amazed at how far and how straight it went. I'd never picked up a golf club in my life. My dad begged me to consider learning the game, but I handed the club back. i've always had this bizarre first time beginners luck thing going on, I can never replicate a first time success and I've learned to let things go after my initial win.
I was 18, I've not picked up a golf club since then unless it was to torture myself at a crap ass game of mini-golf. I suck at mini-golf.
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