Mr. Jones and I played golf on Sunday and I was going along playing really well for this time of year. Hey, I was even par and on cruise. I hit a great tee shot down the middle and was staring a birdie in the face if I could just hit it tight in there. This was the mistake. Clank! Whack! 3 or 4 shots later I was at the next hole and I continued to flail at the ball like it was a snake.
When we finished I realized that I was doing great until I started thinking, then it all went to hell. So to be a good golfer you have to either not have a brain or be a complete moron.