“God,” he said, “I just can’t get my swing right today.”
“Ah, don’t worry, Jake. A couple more holes and it’ll come together for ya.” You’re such a whiny little asshole. Your swing ain’t ever been right. Whatever.
“Did ya see that bird move my ball, back on nine? Damn bird pecked at my ball. If he hadn’t pecked at my ball, I had a good shot at birdie there. Did ya see that?”
“Yeah, Jake, I saw it.” Whiny little asshole. The bird lands near your ball, sitting in the second cut near the bunker, and y
Published on March 08, 2009 07:25