God I wish I could just hit range balls off some nice grass (not a stall with beat down astroturf) at night under the lights without loud music and a bunch of broccoli headed chads dressed like a skateboard commercial shanking nugs at me. Oh, and make it 9 bucks too:)
The canuk fight video of the dude getting tossed in the lake and then being hit in the face by the dude narrating his own punches with the word “bang” is about to become golf’s version of hawk tuah.
The corporate world is a cakewalk compared to walking back to the tee box in a pro event after quacking two OB and not finding them only to see a nice big group of players piled up on the tee waiting for you to tee up another one and play your 5th shot.