Yesterday, My Mike Lee and I were playing golf. On about the 14th hole, after a few beers and a few double pars, My Mike Lee was getting very frustrated. While hitting out of the rough he kindly warned me to watch out because I was within the arc of possible directions his ball might go. I hurriedly backed off to a safe location while watching him take practice swings. After finally lining up to hit the ball, he swung back, swung forward, and smacked the ball straight into his own golf cart. The ball bounced off the cart directly back at him and landed within 12 inches of where he had originally hit it from. In a fit of rage My Mike Lee picked up his ball and attempted throw it onto the green. The unlucky combination of a misjudged throw, his sweaty hands, and his blind rage proved too much though. The ball slipped and he flung it directly into the water hazard. He shuffled towards his dented cart cursing loudly.

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