Golf. When I was a kid, 10-12 maybe a friend of mine and I took his Dad's driver and a few balls down to the park, I hit one ball and absolutley CRUSHED the fucking thing. Really, the ball went dead straight and literally disapeared over the horizon.
Never hit a ball again, until my brother's wedding. We had a "Round" I think it was called, teams of four, each take a shot, use the best one for the following shot. Scramble? Anyway, I seem to just have a natural good swing, tend to hook rather than slice, don't know anything about the short game, but I do love to go to the driving range now and then.
I'd go golfing with you guys, Kilts, shotguns, firehoses, explosives, whatever it takes.

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-roadmissile
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