So basically I came home yesterday and slept all through the night. I fell asleep at 6:30 got up around 11 and did nothing until 2 when I went to sleep. Exciting Friday night I know. So today I wake up and I'm kind of just hanging around the house because all my friends are off doing different things. Well I'm supposed to play golf tomorrow with my friend so I decide to go practice some at the driving range. I drive up there and start swinging away. Everything went well until I was a little over half way done when my hand started to hurt. It was my left hand and I realized since I wasn't wearing a glove it was developing a blister. I kept playing through it despite my hand wanting to scream. My game started to go downhill despite a rather good beginning, when this kid a year older than me showed up. I recognized him from Harrison. I don't usually try to be superstitious but my game completely went to hell as soon as him and his country hick friend showed up. I don't know if its because I whiffed when they walked up and I turned around to see them walking to the range or what but something totally just threw me off at that point. I became increasingly irate at my hand which had now peeled off the skin and was throbbing just to hold the club. Despite this I decided to play through it even though the pain was great. I was getting more and more frustrated and on a particular bad swing using my driver I went to strike it on the ground and before I could make contact with the ground the driver head fell off. I was extremely pissed at that point and spent the rest of the time just knocking the golf balls as hard as I possibly could not caring what direction they flew off in. I thought this summer I could spend some time improving my golf game and maybe play a little but now after my crappy club broke I don't want to give another dollar in support of the sport golf. That's going to be tricky as I have my golf game tomorrow to look forward to with my friend.
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