Originally Posted by
swede
It feels like you hire a guy to drive the golf ball for you. It's his only job. All year long and every week he gets to practice for that one chance to step up into the tee box and hit a high draw.
And when he spends the day shanking, slicing and duck-hooking one part of me says, "wtf? It's your only job!" and another part of me says, "Go easy on the guy...it is more difficult than it looks and he will eventually be really good at it again. Besides he is really good at teeing it up for Crosby."
That second part of me sounds way too much like his mom.