There is only one
true sorrow in his life, and there's not a damn thing he can do about it.
Tuesday. Ladies' day. Can't play from 8 a.m. till noon.
"Ah, it's all
right, I guess," he shrugs. "I gotta cut the grass some time."
I'm going to make him sound crazy in this column, but this is a guy who's lost
a friend in the mines, who had a health scare awhile back and who spent 30
years cutting up cows. All day on the golf course doesn't sound so crazy.
After all, who
doesn't like getting a gift every day?
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