Golfing in England
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I have to say that I absolutely hate playing golf. I am a really calm guy, but golf brings out the worst in me so I tend to avoid playing. I've been in combat and remember being alot calmer than I was the last time I played golf. I first realized that there was something wrong when I chased a car with a golf club while playing in highschool. I was teeing off on a hole that was parralleled by a road. Someone pulled up next to me and started honking to be funny while I was about to swing. Next thing you know I am running down the road chasing a car with my driver. It was about this point that I realized that maybe I shouldn't play golf anymore if I wanted to avoid prison. That being said, I have managed to successfully avoid golf until my trip to England.
I started off playing pretty good. I had briefed the guys that I don't play golf and that I was not very good. Once I started hitting good they were suspicious since we were playing for a couple of pounds. Around the third hole I put one in the rough and then things went down hill. I couldn't find my ball which got me fired up. After that I proceeded to serenade this beautiful English golf course with every curse word in my repertoire for the next 15 holes. After several years away from the links, the demons were unleased and I had a very miserable afternoon. The golf course was beautiful and it was a gorgeous day. I cant even remember the name of the course now though. I can think of a million pleasant ways to spend an afternoon and golf isn't one of them. I had forgotten how much I hated to play, but 18 holes was enough to remind me so I should be able to stay away from golf for another five or six years.