i hate golf

and golf definitely laughs at me.

there i was, standing over the little fucking white dimpled piece of shit ball. i was hitting the ball decent, and i noticed the medicus in my buddy's bag. for those of you who don't know, the medicus is a "golf aid" that checks if your swing is "correct".

so anyways, i figured i brung my game today, so i was going to hit with the medicus. i mean, shit, i got the perfect swing DOWN.

practice swing #1, good. practice swing #2, perfect.

step up to the ball, set up, take the club back, watch the body, and swing down.

it went 80 yards, give or take.

i look down at the mat and see the white ball sitting there, didn't even move a fucking inch. so i walked out and retrieved my club from the field.