The “Anti-Golfers Last Word”: Surviving Golf Days with Sanity Intact
So, the dreaded golf day has dawned again. Cue the eye rolls and sighs as we bid farewell to our partners who are off to chase after a tiny ball with a stick. Seriously, what’s the deal with golf anyway? It’s like watching paint dry, but with more grass involved. From my point of view, Golf Sucks… finally something we both can agree on.
But fear not, fellow sufferers! In the “Anti-Golfers Last Word,” I get the opportunity to tell you my side of the story while he yet again leaves me behind to fend for myself. But let the truth be known, it can be a blessing as I sleep in, spend the day at the spa, or venture through the shops, restaurants, and bars for the 4-5 hours that I get some “me time.” I look forward to sharing these experiences away from the course with you, so wherever the golf game takes us, you’ll know that not all is lost. So grab your coffee (or mimosa, no judgment here) and let’s navigate the absurdity of golf days together, one exasperated sigh at a time.
