The Driving Range Is Lying to You
Frank hits the range like a man possessed. Eighty balls, maybe ninety. By the end of the bucket his seven-iron […]
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Golf Is Not a Game of Perfect Shots
Frank stands in the 12th fairway, 160 yards out, pin tucked behind a bunker. He flushes it. Pure strike, exactly
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