Nebraskan raised. Divorced father of 4 beautiful kids. Baseball enthusiast. Midland Alum. Rizz Academy dropout. Full time music enjoyer. French toast lover.
Some old guy came up to me on the range today and got mad at me for allegedly slicing a ball onto hole 10. I understand the frustration, but a) there’s a good chance it wasn’t me because i play a draw, and b) stuff like that happens sometimes.
I’ll never understand how some people enjoy cold weather. Like yeah snow is cool and all, until I have to walk a half mile in sub zero temps with 30 mph winds gusting into my face