Doc, I admit it, I have IED (Intermittant Explosive Disorder), (not to be confused with the more potent IED's which keeps our soldiers on alert).
It all started when I was about 14 in contention at a local junior tournament. I shanked an easy wedge shot....took the club, and wrapped it around my bag so hard that I bent 3 other shafts in my bag. I played the rest of the round steamed.
Doc, I know what you're going to say: "Son, you have to have 3 episodes a year to qualify for this disorder."
Doc, you play golf? "Oh yes, several times a year, love the game."
Ever hit your ball in a hazard? "Oh, yes, yes I have...why just the other day I played a par 3 over water, my shot never saw dry land.....now the club, and bag are at the bottom of the lake....did you know that the Nike Sasquatch floats?"
Uh, no, I didn't.
"Well it does! And it takes a helluva windup to wrap a Calloway around another golfer. I found that out last week when I took a divot so deep, the sonofabitch asked me if he could plant an Azalea in it....that really pissed me off."
Hmmmm, you don't say.
Well, doc...I'm glad we could have this therapy session. I'll be leaving know...I'll see my way out.
"Hey, wait up! I'm playin' in a little charity golf tournament for IED survivors next week at the country club. We could use a ringer like you....can I count you in?"
Uh..no doc....you know I'd love to, but...omigosh! Look at the time! Gotta go.
Thanks for reading. Keep it in the short-grass,