This picture is proof that I actually do golf. Me, clubs, cart. Is that enough evidence?
The cute pink ones are mine (on the left).
So, we're golfing at Sleepy Ridge, and we got partnered up with two other guys we didn't know. They ended up being probably worse than me (which is an accomplishment), and one of them actually WHACKED A BALL STRAIGHT INTO MY KNEE-PIT--and the day before our "my family" reunion, too! ugh. Here's proof:
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