Thursday, May 8, 2008
boxx
"The golf swing" is three words used way toooo much. Tooooo many people think they know what it is. Tooooo many people believe what they see and hear. Cut the cord that dangles the carrot. Let the balloon go high in the sky. Take a good long piss on the wall where you work and smile while you do it. The "Game Of Golf" is played by one person and one set of clubs and a pocket full of balls and tees. It is played at a place full of short and tall trees. Look around next time you play and see what you are doing; your playing golf man! Now, from there you can make forward progress in your golf swing because now you have a reason for practicing which makes the game better for you which then, as a result, improves your fun and motivation levels which lends itself to you improving your scores thus making the game of golf a cool and pleasurable experience for you as your scores go down and down and your trips to Vegas and beyond become more and more frequent baby! Hell, if you ain't having fun, your waisting your time and there will never be a way out of the box your in. I know how cardboard smells when its wet and it is no fun. What is your box made of?
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