After a stormy relationship I’m divorcing my irons of two years.
People tried to tell me but I couldn’t see it. They were young, slim, light in weight, and pretty. Oh, we had some good times, we sure did. Especially on the driving range. But not when it counted. Sigh.
So now I’m just out the money. Gold diggers! I should have known better.
I have a date this afternoon with some heavier old irons. At the driving range. I am having performance anxiety. Sigh.