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This doesn't have anything to do with the painting above, but my friends are trying to get me to take up golf. I have always scorned the game and laughed at the doofs that play it - but lately, I'm ashamed to admit, hitting a little ball appeals to me. Mrs. Breen is flabbergasted, and eyes this new development with suspicion, as though I'm faking it, angling for position in a strategy to get something else. I haven't actually played a game yet, although I did get my father-in-law's moldy mid 70s golf club set with a little cart you pull it on. I've been contenting myself with driving balls from my yard into the hayfield next door. But getting on a course is very scary to me, almost like I'm putting one foot in my coffin. Am I being silly? A pompous anti-golf snob? Or is golf really the next step in the evil Stepford suburban transformation of Eddie Breen?! Is it possible to be subversive, wreak havoc and be as annoying as possible on the golf course? Or will I get sucked into some kind of twilight head buzz zombie like golf trance where the conversation revolves around those superwide drivers and the subtle differences among little white dimpled balls that all look the same to me!? Yikes! The best idea for a breenish golf-theme related painting will win a free Eddie t-shirt!posted by Eddie 9/12/2000 06:28:07 PM