By fullcoverbetting on Skatehive
Let me set the scene: A four-day weekend. Ninety-six hours of pure, unadulterated freedom. By taking Friday off to bridge into the Easter Monday public holiday, my wife and I had engineered the perfect mini-vacation right here at home. The plan was simple: relax, enjoy life, eat well, and perhaps be just a tiny bit productive. Spoiler alert: I am currently writing this with a lower back that feels like it belongs to an eighty-year-old, and a lawn that looks like the aftermath of a medieval siege. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Friday: The Illusion of Athletic Competence The long weekend kicked off on Friday morning with 9 holes of golf. I hadn’t touched a club in a solid eight months, and playing this early in the year is a rarity for me. Naturally, I stepped onto the first tee with zero expectations. And wouldn't you know it? The first three holes were glorious. A bogey, a double bogey, and a par! I was practically Tiger Woods. I was a natural. I was... about to completely fall