In December during our trip to Hawaii, Zach and I came to the harsh realization that we are basically golfers.
I mean, we golf. We just do.
In Kona, we definitely drove up to the Country Club on several different occasions to find we had just missed closing time, but then when we finally got in we couldn't go because he didn't have a collared shirt so then we bought one at the grocery store and then we definitely bought a couple of buckets of balls and hit them. I got to hit a lot of mine twice! Because they didn't go very far!,
On the way home we drove through Palm Springs where we just couldn't resist the urge to hit the links for an 18-hole Par 3 experience. We are just naturals let me tell you. The scores don't lie -- and mine was the highest and best score you've ever seen!
It makes sense really, because golfing combines everything we love: driving a golf cart and drinking beer. AT THE SAME TIME.
|"Collared shirt". Fancy!!|
|Left-handedly using a right-handed putter.|
Zach has it in his blood, I think. His uncle hikes around and hits a golf ball wherever he goes. I think he's going to walk across the US hitting a golf ball -- and has already gone the whole way around the Salton Sea.