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I have discovered a golf game on my mobile that is giving me so much enjoyment that I had a terrible thought: What if I might actually like golf?
I have cast the thought out my mind. It doesn't matter how much pleasure I would get from it. I will never do it. Because then I would be a golfer. And that simply cannot happen.
This has actually happened before. My friend bought back Tiger Woods for the Playstation when we were in uni. We mocked the fuck out of him for it, of course.
I mean, we mocked him for days for that shit. But then we realised something important. We were all stoners at the time. And this was a game that could be played slowly and, crucially, with one hand, leaving the other free for a spliff.
Check the wind. Move the little arrow thingy. Have a look at the gradient. Have a chat. Smoke a while. Take a little shot. It was stoner bliss that thing.
Of course we never apologised for mocking him, or admitted we played it.
