And winning a major or some such career making event were not an option, I would wish for this.
Saturday morning I get to tee it up at Pebble on a 75* sunny day.
The 4-some in front of me is made up of people who dole out complicated (and completely incorrect) advice to everyone who will listen…like a certain JR on Golfwrx and I get to hit into them with impunity.
After spending Saturday night at The Lodge with the Dallas Cowboys cheerleaders and a non lethal dose of Viagra…sorry, I mean Cialis, the official flag stick pill of the PGA Tour…
The next morning…
I am magically transported to the first tee at St. Andrews where the 4-some in front of me is Leadbetter, Haney, Pelz and McClean, wearing leopard G’s, during a typical nasty British Open weather day, that takes 6 hours, and for each stroke they shoot over 90, they have to donate $100,000 to a disease charity of their choice…while I hit into them with impunity.
This is my Old Milwaukee commercial.