Joe stormed into my office and demanded to borrow my nine iron. It has a nice feel and weight, and I use it to practice swings in the office when I felt tense or meditative. Joe looked tense — but not very meditative. “What's up?” I asked. “That slimy little bastard has gone too far this time,” he replied heatedly. “I'm gonna take him out!”
Originally published March 19, 2014
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