I would be hedging my bets if I told you I believe, so I won’t. What do I believe in? I believe in playing golf with my best friend, who wasn’t fortunate or unfortunate enough to learn the game growing up. Equal parts of me want to appreciate and apologize for my dad teaching me golf as a kid. Similar to him introducing me to the Cleveland Browns.

I understand completely that you have to be of a certain means to play golf, and I hope that changes. I hope to change that perception and possibility in my circle of people. Fuck the Browns. There are almost 8 months of golf weather where you could be enjoying like minded peoples’ company in a far more productive manner.

Happy Birthday Jesus of course, we need to celebrate getting 2nd graders drunk as part of a ritual that makes absolutely no sense, but has continued for far too long. As long as we are celebrating really old things that make no sense, why don’t we give golf a try.

I promise you from the bottom of my worn heart, you will like golf more than Jesus.