Wednesday, January 23, 2019

Post, Slice, Marshmallow


“Fuck! Slice, again!”

Tommy was the pro at what had to be the most pathetic golf course in the country and so was the instructor for all the pathetic golfers in the country.

Mr. Wheaton, aged 76, had decided to take up golf as exercise. He was a former “salty” sailor who had a mouth and attitude to match. Those didn’t help his game.

“Yes sir, you sliced. Focus on the ball, not on where you want it to go. Move you body like a unit but not stiff like a post. And no marshmallow arms.”

Same instructions, different day.

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