He wanted golf to be experienced by all, and hoped his daughter hears the appeal. "Come on," he said. "It will have a ball!" "Why?" He asked. "Are we going to the mall?" They often take his golf cart to work, and all his colleagues would not smile. Do not know why, and I thought: "They're idiots!" "How could detract from this benefit?!" His swing was big and beautiful, but stupid, cried and cried when he made a bogey. Children thought, "What's wrong with this old thing?" He thought: "I am not old. I sport a goatee." He loved his bag of old and broken, his caddy she felt as a burden. But he hated most "tag golf cart, the golfer plays with him when he did not move the flag! Forever chasing the elusive par, he'd hit the ball straight and far. Trap, the ball seemed stuck to tar! He'd still be there when "parking" had narrey a car! He loved the smell of "freshly cut green", but to him it was like a demon. It is in favor of it, always read! Despite its beauty, it could be this bad! The point of golf? To put the ball in the hole. You do it with a "polo final curve. But the road, always guarded by a troll, or perhaps, however, some" marked-off mole! He was never good at cheating, in fact, his "game always overlap. But for others, seemed to sit on his lap while he was reduced to kicking his cap! I had read the "Mags" to carry his golf game higher. He wanted the best ball – best putter — best driver. Often goes to his wife to borrow a "fiver", not stirred. No matter how hard he tried to "Jive" her! the relays, in the early morning, often had to travel, sometimes his bathrobe and pajamas his only clothing. Unfortunately, often unravel the knot, after jumping up and down on a lucky roll, which was wonderful! Copyright 2005 by Kevin D. Rolle. All rights reserved. My name is Kevin D. Rolle, and I have a http://www.golf-humor-asylum.com site dedicated to humorous and comedic aspects of golf, shown by a band fresh, exciting golf comic, and my comment . Thank you.