Update, perhaps final...
I once heard this from a golf teacher, an old man, a Texan, who was a sniper during WWII in Germany. This old man helped me at a critical time, when I was about to give up golf due to incurable foolishness. Thanks to him, in part, I’m fractionally less foolish these days.
He said this: “the secret to golf is you have to make love to every shot.”
Im f#cking craving a bannana split so bad and my skinny beehatch wife wont let me.
I have dry mouth and am too weak to hold the club correctly yet
I have to plod on, hammering away as the bystanders laugh.
If I smell bacon frying anymore my stomach starts retching and yesterday
I passed a girl wearing pina colada tanning lotion and nearly got arrested for assault
when I grabbed her arm and started sucking on it.