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A good friend? One who doesn’t patronise you on the golf course. The mismatch that was my morning’s golf session meant I might be hugely embarrassed. I was beaten hands down, but never humiliated.

When I totted it up, I realised I had sacrificed four quality golf balls, a loss I couldn’t afford. Why, that meant no next golf outing for me, because it was hardly worth me buying half a dozen more new balls, to lose them all.

After the game, we left independently. I sneaked down the lane bordering the course to search... and got my balls back!

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    Drew Martyn 8 months ago

    Clever boy :)

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    Drew Martyn 8 months ago

    And of course, a second later the full implication of the title sinks in. Brilliant, again!

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    Neville Hunt 8 months ago

    Thanks Drew. A real golfer wouldn’t scrabble around to find his lost balls. I was about to say he probably wouldn’t lose them in the first place... but then four clearly did, because the balls I retrieved weren’t mine!

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    Drew Martyn 8 months ago

    You could have opened up a new sideline there...

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