So enough talk about Master's Mistress's acreage. (OK We all know I don't mean that but in the interest of decency...
Golf is a seriously egalitarian sport. It don't care who you are, what you do, how large your Mrs's tracts of land are (Oooppps Sorry.) or how good you were the last time you ruined a nice walk by bringing along a set of sticks. It will bring somebody down, every round.
I hit a 91 today, first round out of the year. I was headed for my usual 105-110 round when my nephew started talking smack. "Oh really? You're the number one ace on the Howell NJ bowling team? I bet the chicks are throwing their underwear at you when you toe the line. You want to go $1.00 a stroke? Realllly? You sure? I mean, I have a real job and you work stacking inner tubes up at a water park. Realllly? Tee it up, Biatch."
Old age and treachery will always overcome youth and skill. "You're going to use an 8 iron? Holy Mary Mother of God! An 8 iron on a 130 yard par three? Wassa matter, you getting cold from being in my shade all day?"
I just hope the little bastid doesn't tell Aunt Alice that I took 20 bucks off him.