I can count on my hand the number of games of golf I've played: zero. I guess I didn't need a hand to do the counting. But still, I am rather underwhelmed at the idea of playing it. Look, I suck royally at putt putt, so I can't even imagine how shitty I'd be on a proper golf course. So, if you manage to convince me to go to a country club, I'll meet you at the 19th hole.
Speaking of 19th hole, have you pre-ordered your copy of "Drunk Crosswords" yet? Send me a selfie with you and your confirmation email and I'll hit you back with a selfie toasting your proof of purchase. I'll run the most entertaining selfie on the site next Thursday.
Share the puzzle. New one on Monday.