jimlinsa

I define golf as a (usually) transient psychotic episode, and tonight was no different. There are worse things to do than spend a Saturday night playing golf by yourself, but not too many. So at last I got away from the crowds of people driving in their golf carts and as the sun was going down, alone at last I had a match between my new putter and my old putter to see which one was better and my old putter won!!

So the next time I play real golf with other people my old putter will get to play. So my new putter should really be ashamed that it couldn't do better, but I'm a really shitty putter anyway so it probably wasn't the putter's fault.

The good thing about it is having a new putter made me appreciate my old putter more because I could sympathize with how it must feel (if it could feel) to have this new putter replacing it because I was really pissed off! at it, I have been putting so horribly, and it really wasn't its fault probably. So I like my old putter better again now and the two putters are friends, they're right next to each other in my bag.

I wish I had a picture but I don't.