B-B-B-B Bad to the Bone

Philosophical thought for the morning. I drove a bucket of balls this morning. Why, as we age, do we not give ourselves enough time to be bad at something. (that may give you a clue at how the driving went this morning) Is it patience, embarrassment, perceived ROI, comfort zone. I’ll never be Tiger. I don’t want to be, but my percentage of good drives is not getting worse, and my overall score is getting less. What do you want to be bad at?






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