Things I think about when looking for my lost golf ball
How is it that I find every remote thicket of woods on this course?
I’ll never find my ball back in here.
Heck, they’ll never find ME back in here. 5 years from now some poor sap will snap-hook his drive and come stomping back in here to find my skeleton clutching a 7-iron.
This is like Lord of the Rings meets the Blair Witch project.
Why can’t I hit a straight tee shot? It’s baffling. No wonder I buy Pinnacles at Walmart. The range ball Pinnacles.
