My parents had a problem. As a child, I took sports too seriously and, to make matters worse, I was bad at them. For some reason, they thought teaching me golf was a good idea. For those unaware, golf seems like it should be simple, but managing to consistently hit the ball where it should go is incredibly difficult.
After one particularly poor swing saw my ball sail way right into the deep woods, I tossed my club in anger. My father, never one to offer conciliation, s
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