The Game of Golf is Highly Overrated

At least in my opinion.  Mom and Dad play golf at least once a week since we've come here to Arizona.  Then they drive over to the Club to just "hit balls".  That's supposed to mean that they are practicing.  But they're always complaining about their scores, so I'm sure "hitting balls" isn't helping much.

Anyway, that's not the point.  The point is that golf balls are not much fun.  And here's how I know.

Yesterday, they went out for awhile and they left the closet door open.  (I know I'm not supposed to go in there when they're gone, but it wasn't MY fault.  I didn't leave the door open!)  I sniffed around a little and what did I find?  I whole bunch of golf balls in a plastic bag.  I had to pull a couple of gym bags out of the box they were in, but I got to the balls and pulled a couple out. 

First of all, let me tell you, those are really hard.  Not like the tennis balls.  And they're a lot harder to peel than a tennis ball.  Not only that, but there is no squeaker in them.  What good is a ball that doesn't bounce, you can't peel (well it's hard to peel) and has no squeaker?

Well I set to work to figure out these balls.  I finally got to the middle of things.  And the middle was green.

 

 

See, you really CAN peel one, but it takes a lot of work.  But I was never a shirk about work.  (That was poetry -- did you get it?  Shirk about work?)  So once I got into the middle, it didn't even taste that good. 

 

So I decided to try one with a different name.  Maybe it was the brand.  You know some puppy treats are better than others.  So I tried one called Top Flight. 

 

 



Not much better.  And I had to stop 'cuz I heard the car in the garage.  Have to go greet Mom and Dad so they know how much I love them.  And I'm bringing my golf ball experiments to show them.

 

 

Oops.  Maybe that wasn't my smartest move.  I can tell Mom is not happy.  Stinky game anyway!

 

See you next week,

 

G