Dear Golf,
We think about you all the time. We daydream about you…every time we close our eyes, actually. When we think about the weekend, we think of spending it with you. When we think about what we wear, we think of you. We give you everything we have. We spend all our money on you…all of it…every last dime. We love you, but not sure you feel the same way. When we are together you just…you just...well, you make us feel bad about ourselves. You never tell us we're good enough. If we're having a bad day, you whisper in our ear, “Maybe you need a new club”. I HATE THIS GAME.

PS - See you on Saturday!

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