Why I Shouldn't Play Golf

The boys have decided that I need to learn how to play golf so they took me out for a "lesson" the other day. After spending several hours on the course, there are many reasons why I shouldn't be allowed to play golf. Here are just a few.

I laugh way too much...especially when I miss hitting the ball which happens a lot. I also make my kids laugh way too much when I miss hitting the ball. See, he's laughing at me.

The rough. My ball loved the rough. How the heck are you supposed to hit the ball out of the rough?

Divots, divots and more divots.

There are some things that I am good at on the golf course.

I can drive a cart.

I can authorize the purchase of snacks. (I fully understand why people might need a mixed drink or a beer while playing this game.)

I can wash dirty golf balls...really though, what's the point? It's just going to get dirty again. (Kind of like cleaning my house...pointless.)

And I can capture cool shots when the boys find themselves in or near the sand trap.