eh... i would put this in my golf blog (and i will) but i had to tell y'all...
i stopped after work at the bogota golf and sports center and got a bucket of 100 golfballs (i didn't realize how many that is)...
i have a blister on my middle finger on my right hand... that's not the worst of my visit to the driving range...
i tested out the clubs dad gave me (he found them on the side of the road. they are made of wood.)... i am a bit rusty... got a few good drives in, but i pretty much stink...
that's not the worst of my trip to the driving range...
it seems as if there are many japanese men that go to the range... one of which came up behind me as i was addressing the ball put his hand on my hips and my arm and said "how old are you?"
WHAT THE EFF?!?
at this point i had only hit 3 balls (was thinking of hitting 2 more if you know what i mean)
i moved away to listen to his thickly accented broken english... he wanted to show me how to swing - crap. here he was being nice and i thought he was a pervert...
okay - so under the guise of "teaching me a good swing" he then grabs my arm.... followed my his other hand that GRABBED MY RIGHT BREAST...
WHAT THE EFFING HELL!@?!?!?!?!?!??!
i had a club in my hand - is this guy on crack!!??!???
i politely backed the hell away and said "thanks so much, but i'm just here to relax, have a good day sir" and he went back to his tee about 2 things away...
i still had 97 balls that i paid for and had to hit... so i stayed. pictured the ball was the mr. miagi-of-golf and whacked the hell out of them until my finger bled.
yep. golf. where else can you wind up bloody and get felt up by a creepy old asian dude?
that was the worst part of my trip to the driving range