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I decided to do something really boring the other day just so I would have something to write about so I jumped in my truck and went to a golf tournament in Tucson. I was supposed to meet some people but they never showed up so I begin walking around the course. I started  following a foursome of reasonably good players but I could tell that one of this group was not at all pleased with the way his game was going. On his approach shot to the 14th green the agitated player had 80 yards over a pond. His shot hit the green and rolled off the back. He threw the club in his hand right into the pond. Evidently this did not make him feel any better. He then walked over to the cart he was riding in, removed his golf bag and tossed that into the pond as well. Without saying a word he turned and walked off towards the parking lot. As I was watching the next group tee off we all saw the disgruntled golfer heading back towards the pond were he had deposited his clubs. We watched as he sat next to the water and removed his shoes and socks. He waded into the pond, found his golf bag and pulled it out to dry land. After rescuing his equipment from the murky depths he opened a side pocket and removed what appeared to be car keys, and threw the golf bag back into the pond. This time he added his golf shoes to the sunken treasure and walked back to the parking lot. I followed him and offered to buy him a Corona but he wouldn't speak to me. Golf doesn't look like all that much fun to me and is played by a bunch of stiffs. Beers are also too expensive. I won't be going again.