I began this game in 1960 with a set of my father’s hand me down clubs, tossed to me after his enormous ego took repeated beatings from this former boxer’s bouts with this daunting game. It’s not a game for a big ego’d person. It brings you too close to the mirror, where, you know, you get so close that everything gets too blurry to even know what’s real. I could have used a little more of his ego, but that’s another story. I found right off that my ego was such that…
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