The dream comes true
The past few weeks I have been living out my dream. No, it's not being a professional root beer taster. No, it's not a stunt man. No, well, you get the idea - I have been the assistant golf coach for the high school.
Fuckin' A - the feeling I get when someone says, "Hey coach" is freakin sweet. And, my game has gotten better. It truly is my dream come true. There is one problem, about five of the kids are better than me - by a lot. Oh, well! The other poor saps are grinding away at work while I am working on my kids' swing, watching them putt, helping them with course management - whatever. It rocks.
Fuckin' A - the feeling I get when someone says, "Hey coach" is freakin sweet. And, my game has gotten better. It truly is my dream come true. There is one problem, about five of the kids are better than me - by a lot. Oh, well! The other poor saps are grinding away at work while I am working on my kids' swing, watching them putt, helping them with course management - whatever. It rocks.
Riley, Where are you?
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