My husband loves to Golf, he tries to get me into it. Even went so far as buying me my own clubs. When we go Golf, I end up taking a serious game and turn it into one of my comedy routines. About after the 3rd hole, I get bored. I get frustrated and start throwing my ball down the fairway. Start yelling 3 1/2 in a fake Scottish accent, like in the Bugs Bunny cartoon. You know the one where he is golfing with the Scottish guy. I start counting my Swings, by 1/8, 1/4, 1/2, etc. Then, I recite Caddyshack almost in its entirety. This why I don't Golf!
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