Egotism is funny!
But for real yo, here's the story.
My fiance Josh takes me to a golf course he's played many times with his dad. Even before we get to hole 1 we get bitched at because we're planning to "play out of the same bag" which is apparently "contrary to the spirit of the game". WTF? Backtrack to the country club to rent a bag of crappy clubs.
Hole 1: Josh whacks the ball way far. Great, my turn
Address the ball, straighten your arm, bend your knee, open your stance.
Dude, shut up. Damn, I can hit the ball.
Ok, alright. Go ahead.
Whoooosh! Cant even see where my went. Oh snap, what's up now Mr. Golf Pro! LoL.
Hey
Honey
What?
(points)
My ball is still on the tee.
My skin tone doesnt show embarrassment readily so I successful play this off.
Alright, I'm about to blast this fucking ball
WHOOOSH!
Still on the tee.
Honey, you gotta....
Please just let me hit the ball, ok?
Ok, but you have to hurry, there are people behind us.
This time I kinda squat down a little to make sure I finally at least hit this fucking little bastard.
Whooosh.....I catch a quick glimpse of the ball fly away from me in a cascade of grass.
Ok, thank God! At least I finally--The ball is about 9 inches in front of me.
I had hit the tee out from under the ball along with two fistfulls of grass.
Now my entire face and ears are burning with bright hot embarrassment.
Josh, and two dumpy late middle aged men behind us are chuckling in bemusement.
I give him a look that says if you ever want to have sex with me again as long as you live you will shut up right now and set up another tee.
Josh sets up the ball on a new tee.
Fuck this. Even if I have to putt this goddamn ball down the fairway this is the last time I try this tee shot.
I stare at the ball and bring the club back only as high as my shoulder and manage to hit it maybe a quarter as far as Josh did.
But by God I hit it.
My score for 9 holes: 87.