See that picture of me standing on the first tee? Notice the happy smile. It will be the last time I smile for the next four hours.

I have a love-hate relationship with golf — I love it, and it hates me.

After countless lessons, hours on the driving range, paying through the nose at various links, and purchasing the latest and greatest clubs that promised transformation, I can proudly report that my handicap has risen steadily. I’m getting worse with expensive consistency. It’s pathetic. It’s maddening. But they say I have a beautiful swing.

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