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They say trust is important in a relationship, which is exactly why I’m not in one. Trust is what happens when you catch the early flight home from San Diego and a couple of nude people jump out of your bathroom blindfolded like a goddamn magic show ready to double team your girlfriend. Trust is what allows your buddy with a mean slice and a case of the alcohol shakes to tee off on your face even though he spent more time in the woods than Bear Grylls during your round. Now, you’re left with your jaw wired shut and your girlfriend taking down more beef hotdogs than Kobayashi on the Fourth of July. Sure, I’ll likely experience zero meaningful relationships in my lifetime, but I’m not built to endure the pain of a shattered face and my girl being plugged like a battery-drained iPhone. Don’t trust anyone, bros–even your shadow leaves you when you’re in the dark. We all die alone. I think I need to see a psychiatrist.
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