Originally Posted by 1minute
Started with me. Dad was a recreational fisherman until my rich uncle gave him a set of golf clubs when I was about 8. Never forgave the guy either.

I will do anything, even work, to be outside.


I will do anything to avoid golf. When I was 9 we moved to a place next to a golf course. My dad played, and one of my brothers really got into it and got very good at it, still is.

I couldn't stand it. Some of us kids in the neighborhood made a habit of doing anything/everything to mess with the golfers.



A wise man is frequently humbled.