I have this love-hate relationship with golf. When I was a 10-year-old, I made a hole in one. It was a lucky shot, and I kind of blew my load for the game.

Given that context, we used to golf with my dad and for that reason I liked it. It was better than going fishing.

But it’s a really stupid game.

All these resources to cut the grass and let rich people do what they do. It’s a game of privilege.

Even Tiger Woods was even an asshole. And I wanted to root for him.

But my distain for today is that person in the crowd who yells

“Get in the hole.“

If Tiger Woods put a golf ball in that persons mouth, he might be a little cooler.

Maybe I’m a little biased, as there was a girl in our high school who qualified for the LPGA Hall of Fame. She apparently was a really good golfer and she was a really nice person.

She would never yell “get in the hole”.

I really don’t like golf.

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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