The grass is always greener on the other side. Not as green as I felt on the inside the day I decided to check out this golf lark. Never could get my head round why all the fuss at the sheer mention of the word golf.
Off to the local driving range I did go, selected a golf club and purchased a token for fifty golf balls. More knowledge on the game would have made me realize the importance of choosing the right size golf club.
Inserting the token into the slot for the golf balls. What a nightmare. Well? no one told me to place a basket underneath the shoot. Those balls came flooding out like Niagra falls, these balls without a doubt were certainly cursed bouncing higher than me. Doomed from the start a golf stick to suit Shrek and only twenty balls of my fifty. The rest for all I know could be in Timbukto.
More misses than hits I recall but I was slowly beginning to enjoy this golf lark. Why not try the real thing? a voice called from the cubicle next to me. Is this not the real thing I asked. No mate you need to be on a course he replied. Determined as ever, off I went in search of the real thing.
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