Two weeks back, some friends and I took a golf weekend in the hills of northern New Jersey.
I played my three best rounds of the entire year and was the big winner, collecting $2.25 from my friends in our friendly waging.
I lost only 10 golf balls and never my temper.
The beverage cart managed to find me every four or five holes. Mmm, frosty Yuengling on the links.
And not only did I make this putt ...
... but also the 300-pound black bear crossing the fairway behind me didn't eat my sorry, saddle-shoed ass.
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