Back in the days when mp3 players were 32mb devices that would always sketch out, I made my high school golf team by breaking 100 on the course. Since I didn’t have any clubs, my mother purchased a pair she found at a garage sale. Granted, it was a full set of clubs for under $60 — although the wrapping around the handles were literally crumbling away. I also worked at a golf course at the time, and it just increased my disdain for the entire sport. Dealing with amateur golfers is congruent to discussing the theory of relatively to a rhinoceros. Nothing is as important to them as their next round of golf — except maybe a well-placed fist to the chin.
We know you’ve wanted to knock out a golfer (or sixteen) in your lifetime. Well live vicariously through this guy in this video. Props to our buds at TerezOwens for the find.