Golf is a cruel sport, made crueler by the fact that you have absolutely no one to blame but yourself for whatever the final tally is on the scorecard.
All my family members are better golfers than me (except you DWB bless your heart), the Dude is a better golfer than me, despite taking up the sport about 7 years ago and having a swing that resembles the line in the hokey-pokey song where you “turn yourself around”.
Golf, that evil, insidious sport, gets in your blood. You can go from zero to hero in the space of the 7th and 8th hole. You can have Cheezies and a Diet Pepsi for your mid-game lunch and NOBODY cares, it’s fantastic.
Now which of my family is the best golfer…hey I said I was a bad golfer, not crazy.
Number one son takes a swing in Stony Plain
The Dude ponders his next shot
The Dame works on her form
The Meandering Maloneys 
Trip is looking good so far! Have you seen the new arena in Edmonton yet? Best place to see it would be from my office downtown. I can make arrangements if you like. You would have to park your truck on a surface lot then go up to my office – my team would greet you and take you for a viewing from the north-west corner of Manulife Place. Don’t often get to see $620 million at work!
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Hey waynesplane, we didn’t get a chance unfortunately, have heard lots about it. Apparently the whole downtown area is being revitalized. A yuppie like yourself will fit right in. Eastward ho we go as of tomorrow.
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We all know who the best golfer in the family is…me Wee Willie!
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A boy can have dreams, just ask the dude..
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