My life consists of "kicks." One week I'm on this kick and the next I'm on something else. It's how I work. It's how I play. Right now, I'm on a golf kick. Well, a low budget golf kick. I've gone to the driving range twice this week and both times I've bought the smallest basket of balls. That's the good budget-conscious Scot coming out in me. But halfway through those plus/minus 50 balls, my golf kick kicks in! That's when I start to argue with myself.
"You know, it's only three dollars more for the medium basket."
"Yeah, but that's three dollars more!"
"But three dollars more would buy you at least a half hour more on the range."
"Hmmm, good point--but then that's a half hour more on the range, and you've already got the Wrights convinced that you're half-looney just being out here."
"Boy, excellent counter-point. But just think about how much your game will improve..."
And that's where I'm stuck. Pay to play and enjoy more or continue to prove that I'm a nim-wit that spends hours on the athletic equivalent of swatting gnats. I consider gnat-swatting a worth-while effort, and for those of who you feel less strongly about the activity, try hitting one straight, let alone far. It's pretty tough! That's why I need to buy more balls to work on my shot more! And...and...
Well, it doesn't matter--I'll have a new kick next week.
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