Before the days of iPhones recording every instance of our lives,
before we lived in fear that every comment made would end up on some
social media platform posted out of context and reacted to with frothing
outrage, back in the days when an insult amongst good friends was
nothing more than a way to enjoy a laugh at the expense of their
sporting misery…
…back then, when a guy hit his putt well short of the hole, it was
only natural, and somehow expected, that someone in the party would wind
up their squeakiest voice possible, and in a half whisper say, “hit me
Alice”... as though the ball were communicating directly with the person
that just blew the shot. Read More
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